Dismal weight news, but I expected it: I was up 1.2 pounds (141.4) at home and up 1.4 at T.O.P.S. (142.3). Cheryl picked me up. There were five of us (Lenmie, Curlean, and Mary Ann are out of town) and the meeting, if it could be called that, was the usual remandering, mournful, confessional expressions of frustration from most of us. Maria was the big loser and, unfortunatly, "loser" could apply to her life in general. If anyone ever needed therapy, it's her. However, since we're meeting at The Orchard clubhouse next week, she said she'd drive to it and she took me home.
Had lunch with Kathie, LaVerne, and Dyan--cod, which was pretty good. Did this and that around the apartment after, then went to Happy Hour at 3:00. The entertainer was Kevin Gillmond, a local guy who had appeared on Broadway and other venues--he sang a lot of the old standards and it was fabulous. (So was the Margarita I accepted from helper Kathy.) Fabulous, that is, until he put in the odious, pro-war propaganda song, God Bless The U.S.A. Several of us, including Barbara, Mary, and yours truly sat on their hands after that one.
Dinner with LaVerne and Keith, during which Mary came up to me to commiserate about the song mentioned above. I'm going to have the following copied and give it to her, Barbara, and others I know who are sympathetic to th eause:

Litigator Wesley Johnson stands in front of the address for his client Hangzhou Chuanyue Silk Import & Export Co. during a 2025 trip to China, courtesy photo.