A few random thoughts. No, really. Random.

I have not recorded my workouts for the last week at kung fu, so I'm doing so here. Up to Solon Springs, Wisconsin. Almost to Duluth. Yippee. Milestones. At kung fu, since I have not been there for over a year, I asked my teacher if I could start over with testing. He was pleased that I would do that instead of just picking up with my lousy style where I left off. So I tested for yellow belt today.

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As I was getting ready to go out the door to the test, Loni called my cell and was crying and groaning. She asked what my gall bladder attacks felt like. She had pain in her abdomen and around her left side to her back. That sounded like kidney stones to me. Loni had a friend take her to the hospital, Cindy ran down to Knoxville, and I went to my test. Within a few hours she passed it and the docs sent her home. She said the feeling of NOT having stones was like heaven. Poor thing. Now she's at our house taking it easy. The last thing Cindy said to me last night just before she drifted off to sleep was, "I am SO looking forward to not doing anything tomorrow and just staying in the house all day." Sorry, hon. Thanks for taking care of Loni. I'll take care of her tomorrow. Except when I go to work.

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And now to Trudy's comment about being an air marshal. You crack me up, too, Tru! I like the idea of having a database that collects passengers characteristics. Sort of like match.com. Only you can find your perfect seat mate for the flight. The guy with size 17 shoes (his were really were 4 inches longer than mine) would have to buy two seats. The little foreigners who like to touch other men would all sit together. I would have two seats because in my profile I would put "poor hygeine, talks non-stop, refuses to take his meds regularly, lacks a conscience". Not good for finding a date, at least not a good one, but great for being left alone on a plane. I do like to sit and watch people at airports, though. You find the best and worst in people in stressful situations. I have learned to be real nice to the ticket and gate agents. For instance, I wanted to see if I could get an exit row that reclines once, and said to the nice ticket lady, I said, "Have I told you what a wonderful human being you are?" She just laughed and said, "What do YOU want?" and I got what I wanted. I might start asking for free upgrades to first class and promise to take my meds.