There was nothing spectacular happening today. We went to breakfast, lunch, and then dinner. But the last meal was a disaster. I tried the French Onion soup, and I swallowed a peppercorn. I started coughing and couldn't stop. Finally I threatened to throw up, so I went to the rest room. There was nothing really to come up, but a lot of mucus. Then, I went back to the dining room. I had part of a bowl of jello, and then came back to the apartment with Chris. I brought with me a slice of lemon pie, and half a glass of skim milk. In about an hour and a half I ate the pie, and I'm feeling OK. Chris ate something, half a sandwich and some ice cream, after his soup. We had a big breakfast and lunch, so we aren't in need of more food. I've gained 12 pounds since we moved here 14 months ago, and Chris has gained, too, but he hasn't got on the scale to find out how much. We can both tell we have gained because of the fact that our clothes are all a little snug now, except the red outfit that I will wear tomorrow. By the way, I had red polish put on my finger nails, to match the red outfit tomorrow. We talked to Kaye today, and it was a shot day, so she was mostly resting in bed. She said it wasn't as bad as usual. And she had talked to Caden on the phone. Karen called from New York, and they will be home tomorrow! That is surely good news. We miss her; and she is always here if we need her, and she is willing to drive us places if we can't get Joe , the bus driver here, to take us.