Feel like you never want to take out your "jellin' like Magellan" half-sole inserts? In NYC, you can get "Stiletto Rx", collagen injections into the balls of your feet. As the ad says, "I am the woman in Manolos, the Jimmy Choos, the Louboutins, the Miu Mius. I never want to take them off. I don't have to."

I can't figure out how the lottery works. I may already be a winner.

Ten days in Virginia/DC and here are the ob's: cushions are nice on the train; people in DC are more attractive than New Yorkers, congrats on extending the yellow and green lines, DC, and finally, it is the humidity, and I like it. My aunt was in and out of the hospital for two weeks, but since she seems to have decided to stick with "out", so I came home yesterday.

And in the way these things go, Lois gets rotated out, my moms gets rotated in. She thought she was having another heart attack last night, which she wasn't, but coincidentally, she learned this afternoon that she's got cancer. It's stage 1, so good job on the staging. She's talking to the oncologist today, so I don't know what it means in terms of treatment yet.

After getting the stitches out from my tooth implant (see you in hell, Dr. Toeffler!!!), I decided to let New York hug me to its bosom. I went to a deli for lunch--bad idea, it was one of those tourist places where the cheapest meal is twelve bucks and servings are the size of footballs. But I ordered an $8 plate of corned beef hash which seemed to be more corned beef than hash and discovered I like it with ketchup and mustard. Then it was up to the Met to see the Saint Gaudens exhibit which was reviewed in this week's New Yorker. He also did the statue of Sherman at Grand Army Plaza (the one in Central Park, not the real one in Brooklyn) which I loved, most of all for the bulging veins on the inside of the horse's legs and underbelly. Afterward, I bought a print of a painting by Yang Rui which I call "Jackson Pollack Trees".

Then loaded up at the UES D'Agostino's and home.

Upper East Side matrons are so thin they have to wear sweaters in 80 degree weather. Also, if you're reading this, 70 year-old woman in tube top, NO!!!!!

Just read a good book called How to Break a Terrorist. Apart from being interesting subject matter, the interrogation of Iraqi prisoners, different techniques, how we use the intelligence, etc., it opened my mind to the idea that there is more we have to accomplish in Iraq before we can withdraw. I was touched at the end to read about an organization, thelistproject.org, which helps Iraqis who are targets because of their support of the American invasion resettle. In my day, the Iraqis were Vietnamese, and we couldn't help them after the fall of Saigon.

The boss of the prison was a tough guy named Randy and people took turns writing "Randyisms" on the office white board. Examples, "Jesus walked on water, but Randy swims through land", "Little boys wear Superman costumes; Superman wears a Randy costume", and "There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Randy allows to live."

Damn you, GI Joe, I was going to entitle my memoirs "Rise of the Cobra"!!!

Pat Robinson was reading his email on "700 Club" and a woman asked him if she really needed to stretch before running. She said she never has, and has never injured herself. Pat said he thought she should start stretching, you don't want to take chances. But why did she write to him? Did she suspect the, it seems to me, unanimous opinion of fitness experts, running magazines, and hey, the ultimate, Oprah, that a person should stretch before running was just Satan, trying to get a better look at her hamstrings? Stretching: Common Sense, or the Devil's Warm-Up? Pat didn't consult the bible or go into a trance or anything, he just punted.