Wednesday. The stomach ache that started early last evening lasted through the entire night making sleep challenging, getting up more often than I want to remember driven by the last vestiges of diarrhea acting out. Not a good night, in other words, although I did awaken at six to find the stomach ache winding down.

Didn't go to breakfast until after eleven, didn't touch yesterday's entry until I'd arrived back home. Took the car, which is for the best, as I needed to make a beeline to the bathroom when I got back. Walking, if I'd had the energy, might not have allowed enough time.

Still, after last night, things seem to be looking up. Tired, have no desire to go anywhere or do much other than lie down, but a large breakfast, hungry or else I wouldn't have attempted going out, the stomach no longer aching, sitting here listening to the news. Something going on in San Bernardino, it seems there's something more serious than a stomach ache involved.

Later. A slow day, but a decent day. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike at four to pick up a pint of ice cream for dinner. Had a large breakfast, we'll finish with a large (calorie wise) dinner and say the hell with the fact that it's ice cream and not, well, actual food. Comfort food. It's been an uncomfortable last couple of days. (And we're two pounds under our 155 pound target.)

Evening. A slow day moving into a slow evening. Nothing on television, checked Charlie Rose to see who he was interviewing, liked the looks of the second interview, but decided to go to bed early. Tired. Didn't get all that much sleep last night.

As I believe you've mentioned.