Yesterday morning, we went to the doctor's office for Ray to have blood work done. They are checking to see if his efforts to eat better have improved his pre-diabetes. I don't think we have made much difference, at least not lately. We are eating better.

I went to UUFA from his office for a meeting about our end-of-life workshop. One of the things we are looking for is a good name for it. Deb likes "A Date with Death." Too flip? My idea would be something like Strategic Planning for the End of Life--too dry and too long. A Final Act of Love? too sappy. The Affairs of Death? Too obscure. Victoria had to leave a little early. Rosemary was preoccupied--Gene was dying. Anyway, we got to something of a stalemate because the Five Wishes is one approach and the Georgia Health Care Directive is another. We're not sure if we should choose one or the other or try to present both (and confuse people). They cover slightly different topics, but overlap to a great extent. One is simpler, but not as comprehensive. Rosemary is going to line up a hospice social worker from our congregation to meet with us and tell us what she thinks.

Then I drove to Barnes & Noble to buy a book I need for my class on The Future of Humans. I went to the Cafe (Starbucks) and bought a piece of quiche to tide me over. Delicious. I wanted to see if I could buy an electronic book, and it's a little cheaper, so I decided to do that. They did have it in the store, but I was able to read the first chapter for free on my iPhone while I was there. I went to a third Consignment store near there, but they didn't want any of my old clothes. I will have to have a yard sale.

I was home a little after 12 and spent some time outside before coming in and writing a restaurant review. I made supper with the black beans I had on hand. I doubled the recipe and it made a ton. It was a little soupy to be a salad, but tasty. Lots of good things in there--brown rice, sweet potatoes, peppers. But lots of work. Ray came home and helped me some.

We went to potluck and Steve and Mary C. were there with their twin grandsons. Pretty fun, but pretty exhausting. They are just over 1 year old. I don't think they are walking. He had to carry them both in, because her back is giving her trouble. Ray helped, but then the one he was carrying started crying.

Started a new knitting project, an easy light blue scarf. If anyone has any requests, please let me know. Slept pretty well. Dreamed Alison was an elementary school principal and I was the secretary--or the assistant principal--the only other adult there. Maybe it was the end of the world and only old people and children were left through some wierd virus.