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Went whale watching yesterday. I swear I run on salt-water batteries, because I'm always happier when I've been on (or in) the ocean for a while. (See "Have Me" by Carl Sandburg and "The Sea and the Hills" by Rudyard Kipling.) And there were a mess of whales to be watched, too. The only part I didn't like was the standing up for 45 minutes in the line to get on the boat and then standing up for four hours on the boat after somebody's lady friend crowded me off the end of the bench. But there were whales! One doing barrel rolls and sticking a flipper up in the air and waving it. Who says you need to be human to be silly? Come to think of it, who says you need to be a mammal?

I brought my camera, but the battery wasn't having any. That's probably just as well because I would have been taking a lot of pictures of people taking pictures of whales. And I find that it's more fun looking at whales with the eyeballs rather than with the camera screen. I really ought to remember to do that once a summer or so. (Particularly when I've forgotten that there's more to weekends than laundry and grocery shopping and things of that nature. I couldn't get my act together enough on Saturday to do anything more than grocery shopping. Sigh.)

One down: I've gone downstairs and had my night guard adjusted. Now maybe I won't wake up every morning with my tongue crammed into the back of it. For the first week or so, my first thought on waking up was "Why can't I feel my teeth? There's something in the way."

HUNGRY. Back to 155 lb for no apparent reason, too. This is getting annoying.