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Kinda been low. Going to Aunt Barb's funeral --almost 4-hr trip, one-way. We are two hours late leaving. But I managed to get myself in back bench seat of minivan by myself. B must think I am absolutely helpless, and even fatter than I feel myself: he refused to even get out and try to help me--he didn't think I could get back there or fit comfortably, evidently. But ha! I crutches one-legged out to van, climbed over collapsed seat and up into back--ha! (Trying to take as few pain pills as possible, so I can make it on ibuprofen and Drive Myself around all day Monday.) Plus, I don't want to be numb today.