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 It started with weepy, crusty eyes. Then my left leg started acting like it had a swivel for a knee. Suddenly, I was experiencing a lack of energy. To top it off, I wasn't getting a good night's sleep. Who do ya call? In my case, I'm calling my primary. My eye problem might need a specialist. Since I have CMT, my leg problem could be neuropathy or orthopedic. My cancer treatments might lead to my lack of pep. And despite using my pillows to attain perfect comfort, my aching legs and lower back keep me awake. I'm going to be cutting back a bit since my health seems to be melting before my weepy, crusty eyes. I've quit my tutoring gig. This hurts me. My student, six-year-old Aydn Collins, is a joy to be with. I had hoped my contribution to his education would be good for him. The biggest problem with the job is getting in and out of the school. Featuring long walks from and back to the parking lot and the mountain of stairs. The older schools are wonderful in almost ...

A couple of things have changed since I began cooking again. For you folks who click but don't necessarily read my missive every week, a few weeks ago, I began cooking for myself and my mate, Jeanne. Cooking for two opens up challenges that cooking for one never approaches. But first, a little background about life with Jeanne before I volunteered to take over in the kitchen. Jean owns a beautiful vintage home on the lower east side of Milwaukee. When she bought it, the upstairs was a separate apartment. Today, it's where one or both cats go to hide. Jeanne lives on the lower floor, which consists of a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and an enclosed back porch. Hanging from the handle of the freezer door is a towel. The inscription on the towel reads, "The only reason I have a kitchen is that it came with the house."  Jeanne admits she consumed frozen dinners before we agreed I would cook for us. She favors low-calorie meals with lots of fruits and vegetables. On the o...