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Family, the job, a friend with the beginning of Alzheimer, pets and yes, sports watching, not forgetting time to sleep here and there, it all keeps me on my toes. Those toes seem to dance slower with age. My son...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/989239"><title>HELENE - PART 2</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/989239</link><description>Unfortunately, the story of Helene is not fiction. In fact, I am preparing to see her today, one of my 2 to 3 visits per week. She is always so happy when I show up, declaring she has not seen me for such a long time, forgetting that I had been there a couple of days ago. 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In Canada, where we celebrate it in October, the holiday is not so regarded, except by my little mom, may she rest in peace. I believe she is the only Canadian I knew for whom...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/978979"><title>IT'S OVER!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/978979</link><description>And...for the first time ever in my life, I “flunked” an exam. Twice! A week before writing it, I pulled my back badly. I was on daily pain killers; it was impossible to stand straight, to sit for more than a few moments, and forget sleeping. There was no delaying it, however, so I sat for 3...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/977675"><title>THE LAST STRETCH</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/adnohr/977675</link><description>This is it. The last part exam was sent in on Thursday (there were up to 4 quizzes per week and a part exam each month) and in 2 weeks to the day I’ll be writing the dreaded final exam which, hopefully, will end my year of tortuous study. The cool thing is that we will be setup with cameras and...</description></item></rdf:RDF>