E got back from Special Olympics early today. Coach Pam called at about quarter to 2 and said they'd be at the Big Tree at 2:15. They had arrived before me (I live half an hour away), then I took Glenda home to CC Apartments (she and E share the same philosophy of Packing-For-A-Weekend. They both took about 250 lbs of stuff). I couldn't fit them both in at one time, so took G, then returned for E. They took fourth place, which Coach Craig (I didn't make these names up -- that what they are called and HOW THEY REFER TO THEMSELVES) seemed to think a bit disappointing. Glenda was kicked in the knee and missed part of the last game (they lost). Still, they had great fun, and E was covered in tattoos and beaded ornaments, etc., and had a spagetti dinner invitation from Brian (upstairs), to which everyone just said, "BE CAREFUL!. Whatever that means. I have said to girls that they shouldn't do anything they don't want to do. That applies, but I reckon I should get a doctor involved to figure out some method of b.c. before a crisis arrives.