This morning we went to breakfast as usual, and then we got ready to go to see Dr. Donahoe. Then we went downstairs and I read the newspaper, and we talked to various people there. Then, when it was time, Joe came up with the limo he drives to take us to the clinic here in Carlsbad. We got down there just about in time, and soon were in the doctor's office. He checked over my record, and looked and my legs, mainly around the ankles, where the inflammations and pain are. Then he came to his conclusion; I didn't have enough blood. So, he gave me a new prescription, and we got it filled in the pharmacy. We called Joe, and he came with his limo and drove us back to the Villas. We were too late for the regular lunch hours, so we ordered sandwiches which we ate in our apartment. In the rest of the afternoon we watched TV and then went back to the dining room, where we had our dinner. We sat with some new people, and the man and Chris talked almost all the way through the meal. They seemed to be interested in the same sort of Calif. history, and what each did during his working years. The man is about 20 years younger than Chris, and they got along fine. The woman and I didn't say much. There was not much we could find in common. The rest of the evening we have watched some TV, and now it's bedtime. First, though, I'll mention the program we watched. It was about the Mayan culture in Mexico and Central America. They have managed to crack the code of the writing there.