One of the funniest commercials I've seen lately has a man standing behind a loud microphone on a lit-up stage, in front of a large audience, demonstrating his prowess at being able to access files online, only he seems completely unable to key in the proper password. He awkwardly glances around, chuckles and grins as the AI-on-duty repeatedly notifies him of his failures, to the consternation of those standing around who will ultimately decide his public-relations career fate. Very funny...and a little sad. Yesterday evening Entertainment Tonight was obsessing on the previous evening's Academy Awards, and how Michael Jordan won best actor for the movie Sinners and ate an In-and-Out hamburger holding his trophy in the left hand. I am determined to stay away from celebrities and their overhyped shows that merit avoidance. Yesterday I worked on reading a few more pages in Joshua Khan's tedious, depressing juvenile fantasy novel Shadow Magic. I can't wait to be done with it, to say the least. This afternoon I have an appointment for some chemotherapy infusion at the UF Health Davis Cancer Pavilion, preceded by a blood lab draw, urine sample and IV line. Looks like Trump is trying to get other countries to pitch in and help the USA with the Straits of Hormuz, and they're coldly snubbing him in response. Today it will stay cool outside with nighttime temperatures to dip solidly into the thirties. May all go well with my family, especially Melissa, Amy, Anita and Keith, regarding their health and feelings. I'll be returning to bed soon, hopefully to get some good sleep. I'm not sure what to make of this prolific bombing campaign instigated by the current commander-in-chief, but I think that those countries that are turning their backs on us will have something to answer for what I'm inclined to believe is a wartime betrayal of America and our soldiers. I think that many of them are rooting for us to lose, so that they can later smugly claim they "told us so". Well, I at least am confident that I did right in changing my party affiliation. The late Jim Rohn, in one of his podcasts, made a big deal about urging listeners to spring up out of bed hours before sunrise with purposeful behavior. I did so this morning, running in place for 8 minutes after I started brewing coffee. Now I'm finishing this blog article. Soon it'll be back to bed and loudly growling, snorting and barking Peewee Daisy, with whom I plan to be exceedingly sweet and gentle...
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Sunday, February 22, 2026
ipf 58 min Early Morning Hope and Thanks for Day
This morning I got up early...it's between 6;30 and 7. I did 8 minutes of ipf, and feel encouraged to try some more. Anita and Jim should come over for a while a little later...very much looking forward to that. As the day goes on, I'd like to straighten out getting printed translations in Russian, German and French for me to practice on. Doing some backyard walking on this day in which the weather temperature will be turning much colder will help out, I believe. main thing is to be loving, content and grateful and enjoy life...
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Monday, February 2, 2026
26 Miles; Little Context
I have some more things to write for today's entry. i', going to practice carefullyyping while working things out longhand on pape. My chief lament is what I see as a deplorable lack of meaningful context to what lies before me...
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