2404 December Mercedes: When I finally got out of bed, it was probably about three days later, and I went out for breakfast. I suppose that would make it monday morning. I took my laptop with me, I needed to get some work done. I set up a family website, complete with my photo collection, current and past. I made sure that it was password protected, so that the entire world wouldn't have access to these photos. It was easier than going through the whole paper version, cutting, framing out, decorating, and binding. Maybe next week I'd do that, while I was building up the family website though, I found that I could simply do up one version, scan it, upload it, and have it printed in book form without having to do that myself!

Done with the website, I decided to go and visit with some friends. If anything could lift my spirits they could. Russ and Dionne were parents now...or is it again? I made the rounds, visiting Lionel and Faith, and then Adara and Andre', etc. I went to see Dee and Russ and their twins; and experienced once again the warm fuzzy feeling you get around babies. I talked with Russ, he was wondering how things with BJ turned out. I told him that BJ was just a different version of the same faulty software, and laughed. I was glad to see Russ and Dionne so happy together. I talked with Dionne in more detail about what was really going on with Boyd, or not going on depending on how you looked at it.

After leaving Russ and Dionne', I ran into Joe, my grandson, and we went for a walk. He was very angry about something involving me, and wanted to talk about it. It was BJ, He had seen us on the Whale together. It was clear that I wasn't going to avoid this conversation. I told him that my personal life was really not his business; he responded by telling me that yes it was his business, he had been there, seen my behavior; seen BJ's behavior, and wanted answers. We sat down, and I told him that yes, I love BJ King, and No, he doesn't love me. Now please stop reading magazines and telling me how to live my life, or what's left of it.