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Sunday 25/Sep/2022

Prayers, etc.:
• 05:00 – Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel
• 19:10 – 2022 – 09 – 25 USCCB Daily Mass Readings
• 19:25 – the daily meditation from Magnificat monthly magazine; – Fr. Chad Rippberger's Prayer of Command to protect my family, my sons, my daughter and her family, my granddaughters and their families, my great grandchildren, and everyone for whom I have responsibility from any demonic activity; and the Sunday Prayers of the Association of the Auxilium Christianorum. – Tonight's Rosary is the Glorious Mysteries.

Diet:
• 08:15 – ham sandwich, 1 banana
• 10:30 – meatloaf
• 14:00 – fresh apple chunks with peanut butter

Chores, etc.:
• 10:00 – schedule a ZOOM meeting
• 10:30 – post meeting notice to GG
• 12:00 – begin following the day's NFL games
• 16:20 – A few words about my Friday heatstroke: It was caused by my wandering lost, as lost as I've ever been, trying to find my way to a new eye doctor's office for a 1:30 PM appointment. The temperature in San Antonio was in the upper 90s, and it was humid. I thought I'd save Sylvia the hassle of driving through the convoluted mess of blocked streets. Little did I know that the blocked streets, as messed up as they are, are not as bad as the sidewalk closures. AND the bus routes in town are all screwed up, with old bus stops closed and newer stops poorly marked. I only found my way to my appointment thanks to the kindness of two women who picked me up and drove me to the doctor's office.

Trying to find my way back to a bus stop that would connect me to a route headed back home was just as frustrating as trying to find the doctor's office. Yes, I got hopelessly lost after wandering around for hours in the heat. Despite stopping at a corner store and drinking a bottle of Gatorade, and waiting at a bus stop for a bus that never came, the heat stroke hit. I passed out briefly as I was vomiting at the edge of the sidewalk. Regaining my senses, I saw a corner store across the street with a big shaded area next to the building. I walked carefully across the street, stood in the shade for a few minutes, and called Sylvia to come rescue me.

And now, late Sunday afternoon, I'm still not fully recovered. But I am getting better. And I have learned that at 73 years old, I no longer have the fitness level I had when I was a young man.

Chess:
• 14:40 – moved in all pending CC games

Posted 25/Sep/2022
~20:00 Central Time

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by Roscoe