Wednesday Came home from work at 9:15, had nothing to eat as usual, found sushi from yesterday in the fridge, a left over from my husband's dinner. They were impossible to eat, like wooden. But what choice did I have after 3 days of starvation? Nada. Ate them. Yak. I'm really tired. New Hampshire was great, we were about 50 people there. Fishing, swimming, hanging out, all that was fun. On Sunday, at about noon time Sophia said: "mom, by the way happy anniversary". I'm like "what anniversary?". Sophia "your marriage anniversary". "Really? Is it? what day is today? Was it in June or July? Hey, Ed, today is our anniversary, remember? What did you get me? Nothing? You Forgot? Shame on you! OK, Ill go to 47th street and will get something for myself from you. Deal?" I had 2 cocktails on Saturday. Since I already have SVR I've decided I can have some alcohol. I was mistaken. On Sunday I woke up slightly swollen, with some discomfort in my body. I think I won't drink any alcohol ever in my life. It's not good for your health in general anyway.