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JD and I were up late last night talking, went to bed after 01:00. JD got me up around 08:30, and he was on his way back to Texas about 09:00... man, I hate to have my boys leave... but so glad when they come to visit me.

And I was back in bed shortly after he left....

But Karen woke me up around 11:30... it was JD on the phone.

My immediate thoughts were that something bad had happened, but Karen quickly reassured me that nothing was wrong.

Anyway, to make a long story short, JD and I had talked about the Marshall, OK graveyard where all of my maternal relatives are buried, along with my dad and my sister and ex-sister-in-law... I had told him that it was just off of the interstate, and he decided that he wanted to visit it today.

So I got onto maps.google and found out that Marshall was five or six miles from I-35, and suggested that JD go into Marshall and ask someone where the graveyard was.

So he did that, and called an hour or so later... it seems that Marshall has two graveyards... so I sent him to the wrong one first, of course.

He called later and told me what a nice experience that was... I wisht that I could have been there with him.

I haven't done much today, but I'm still really dragged out. I called work and told them that I'd be in tomorrow... and this is my early week, going in at 07:00.

And the sotalol seems to be working really well... I'm hardly having any PVCs at all now.

Now it's just a matter of time before I start feeling really better, is what I'm hoping.