Not feeling quite right again, don't know if it is lingering effects from the virus I had or something else. We went for a short walk, but I wasn't up to pilates. Ray split wood and then we ate lunch. My Dad came over briefly. Janna and Ron came and brought me some houseplants that they got when Bertha died. I won't kill them as quickly as Janna would...they came in Ron's new black BMW convertible.

I read some depressing stuff about how the US aid policy contributed to people starving in Haiti. I feel like I have done most of the things I could do to minimize my footprint, but I am not doing anything to help the world, so I am not in balance; I am in a deficit by not contributing to improving things. Ray gets mad when I say things like that. He made some nice pasta with veggies and cream sauce, but it was late when we ate. Then we watched a litttle TV and went to bed.