Oh Happy Day!

One more morning of my convention today. Nine a.m. to one p.m. My right foot still plagued by gout. I tried to go for a walk with Beth in SF, but it was too painful - like a toothache in my foot.

Karen Hobbs and Mark Lillge invited us over for the afternoon and dinner. We had something to look forward to. 

We met Karen and Mark in about 1994. Karen's daughter Annie is the same age as Peg. They went to Kindergarten together. I first met Karen at a kid's birthday party. I don't remember why Beth wasn't there. I took Peg alone. I liked Karen immediately, and knew Beth would get on with her. I came home that night and announced to Beth that I had just met her new best friend. 

I was right. Beth and Karen and Mark and I have been close friends for  about 25 or so years. Karen runs Tilden - college prepatory school. Mark is a semi-retired creative marketing maven; now a professional poker player. 

It is nice to have old friends who make you feel so comfortable. Mark and I hung out all afternoon talking bicycles and poker. Beth and Karen walked, talked and caught up.



We had a fantastic dinner that Karen whipped together. Fruit and chocolates for dessert.

Friends, as I write this, my foot feels back to normal. This specter, which is gout, decided to leave me alone for the time being. Gout has been a curse on men's feet forever. We still don't know what causes gout and how to treat it (other than go on medicine every day for the rest of my life, which I refuse to do). 

For now, oh happy day!!!!



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