I don't get how I gain nine pounds over a Shabbat. Well, it's a new week.

I put bird feed in the feeders before it was light out on Shabbat. When I came home, the feeders were unoccupied. I was surprised. There were a few visitors in the afternoon. There are more now: it's 8:18 and a half after the setting back of most of my clocks. That just reminded me to set the one on the desk next to my desk, the one that holds my printers, which caused me to think of the clock in my bathroom, and now I am thinking of the clocks on the kitchen appliances. Those, and Ricky and Lucy and the one in the basement, and I think this house is done. But this will not be done today.

In good news, I pissed off Keti Shitrit last week. I don't know if it will be enough to cause her to act.

In further good news, I am going to go at the hospitals a little more forcefully. I need to figure out how to make official information requests.

My Israeli ally plays it too close to the vest. I saw an interview with her. She suggests there are people in the background, but she doesn't put me in touch with any of them; so I need to recreate work to establish a pattern.

Ron says I need to bring the Likud a block of votes on this.

The talk at shul this week was about saying yes and heroism, as in a call to. I think most people are still cowards. I think I am a coward.

Mom just called. She could use some company; so I am going over.