Feb 22

Washington's birthday under new calendar.

Turned off alarm and got up at eleven. Now past noon. My back muscles hurt from my activity yesterday. At this point I dont care about the fire marshal inspector. If I can manage to get my jeans on, I think we will go to the dog park.
I am enjoying my new telly. I love it. Unfortunately it takes my attention.

I keep wondering what Caeser Milan would do with Blitzen. Blitzen would fit in nicely. I have seen Blitzen join a pack of big dogs. If Blitzen gets enuf exercise he is fine. Caesar could have him pulling Caesar on a skateboard.

We had a lovely time at the dog park, staying almost two hours. Judy came by and I saw Prof Chambers briefly. I can barely walk. As one ages, one's muscles do not rebound.

Came home and took a nap. I am a little better. By Wednesday I should be fine. No arthritis. Just muscles. The problem with aging is muscle reboudn, or lack thereof.

BOOK REVIEW
Abraham Verghese, *My Own Country*
Reads like a novel but is true account of a doctor in the early AIDS epidemic, 1983-89. Dr. Verghese is a Christian Indian emigrant to US. His ancestors in India were converted by St. Thomas, one of the apostles. (I had never heard of this. I knew Xtian communities in Ethiopia etc.) After his residency as an internal medicine specialist, he worked for a VA hospital and retirement home in Tennessee, with one day a week at a local hospital. One by one the first AIDS patients came to his hospital.

During this same time I knew Carole D who worked in Houston for an internal medicine specialist. So I knew about the AIDS epidemic as it happened. I was interested from a demographic point of view. The CDC defined AIDS by a series of opportune infections. See *And the Band Played On*