My weight is the same. I've been working at sorting out some garage sale junk for ourselves. The Sunday activity means I should add a letter to Makoto that I ought to write, plus that classmate, plus the letter to the priest that I still haven't started.

I donated blood today. Pulse 68, temp 98.2 (elevated), BP 138/80). They asked if I'd be interested in platelet donation. (Blood type A-positive is pretty well the trash blood, and I have good veins.) I had them take another vial for that. If I were giving platelets, I'd be able to get another shirt sooner, and the current one has three frogs saying "blud. doe. ner." (I want one!!)

This evening I took Casey's gift over. I've been collecting small toys from the parish rummage sale, Gerhard's leftovers, (hey, I *tried* to sell the dino-straws!) and stuff I have here, so I had a box with maybe a hundred small toys in it. I hope the kid likes it. Then I went to the meeting for the Parish Festival. Rich pretty well dominated it, and I don't actually see that we got much accomplished, but I guess things are moving along well.

Back home, he was loading up the car, and apparently I threw out the bindings for the snowshoes. (I'm the one to put the shoes into the van, and I am the one cleaning up the living room, and Rich and Gerhard's boss had looked at the shoes and put the bindings back into the box after they fell out. I guess they fell out again.) We'll try to sell them to the sports store anyway.

Justin Weitz has a retrospective of the fourth anniversary of the Wag-the-Dog camel-in-the-butt missile attacks.