This morning Chris (Russ) wasn't feeling up to going to breakfast, so I went to the dining room alone and had mine. When I got back I found he had had his, from food Karen had given us, toast, cheese, and some decaf he had bought. I went downstairs and got the mail, and there was a note from the newspaper about Marilyn Henley's death. When I got back Russ was asleep. I guess our yesterday was too busy and tired us both out. I almost didn't go to the aquacise class, but I did go late and left early, doing just the 20 minutes Dr. Donahoe had suggested. I spent a few minutes in the jacusie (Sp?) and then went back to the apartment and a bath. For lunch I brought two fish dinners back to the apartment, and then we had a nap. After that, and reading the paper, we both had a little nap and then went to supper at the dining room. It was a lost day in a way, neither of us did anything really useful. But tomorrow is another day.