And then there was one...

There's one Pegasys syringe sitting in the fridge. I injected Number Forty-seven Friday night. Sides are hitting hard. I feel like the stuff is just grinding me down. I'm thankful that this is the end of it. The 72-week program has to be brutal. I took my shot and went to bed last night about 11:30. I didn't get out of bed until 9:30, but eventually crashed again. After a while I figured out that I had a low-grade fever. I've been pretty much worthless all day.

We had a bunch of friends over Friday night (before I took my meds, of course). My wife's talent is project manageent. I've never seen a party that was so easy to put together or clean up after. She made a big pot of chili, put out some paper plates and plastic flatware, scattered some tables around with raw veggies and condiments, and we had a sit-down dinner for 25 people — five families, a dozen kids ages 6 to 18.

As the new year comes along I'll be starting a new project at church. I have an ulterior motive — it's to keep me going to the gym. Our church is about a half-mile away from the gym I go to. Like many churches, ours has activities on Wednesday night. Until I started this viral adventure, I would take the kids and then go over to the gym for an hour. Starting at the first of the year, I'll be leading a class at church. We'll meet at the church, read something Inspirational, and then walk, bicycle, run or skateboard over to the gym. There's a Starbucks next door, so some people might go over there. I don't care — my purpose is not to sell gym memberships. The walk alone would do some of our folks some good. Gluttony is a sin that many Christians fall prey to. I'm far too proud to fall for that one.