Hours (and hours, and hours) at the computer–and more than two thousand records examined one by one. Obsessive-compulsive!! My eyes are burning (looking at the computer screen). I have not located the parents of one illusive gentleman.

For the first time I can remember, nothing (absolutely nothing) done in the garden. Nothing done inside my trailer home. Only respite was lunch (in the CARE dining room) followed by the monthly CARE resident’s meeting. Tomorrow will be different: First Aid class in the CARE Center. (Recently, I took CPR training class.)