Since this is Sunday, we decided to go to at least the Sacrament Service. We saw friends, and that was nice. but we were both tired, so we came home afterwards. I wasn't feeling particularly well, so I didn't eat much lunch. Later I decided it was the fault of the cheese pizza I ate last night. I guess I'm really allergic to milk and milk products. And of course the old beans I ate later didn't help. This afternoon we watched a new version of "Phantom of the Opera". I didn't like it as well as earlier versions. The stage version Carla and I saw in London is the best, I think. Even better than the stage one Lenon Bezzant and I saw in Los Angeles. We talked to Kaye today, but not to the other daughters. I guess Karen and Terry are still at his nephew's wedding. We'll call Carla later.