Ron had a physical several weeks ago and was given a piece of paper to submit to a lab for a blood test. We went together yesterday, with plans for him to have blood drawn and for us to then go pig out at Ken's Pancake House. He gets up at 3:30 a.m. to work, so to stay awake, he drank a cup of coffee. The rules said that was OK. BLACK coffee. Unfortunately, he added creamer. Even non-dairy creamer, they say, will screw up the results. So, they turned him away to try again another day. Not drinking any beer at all after 8:00 p.m. was so hard for him this time that I don't know when I'll get him to do it again any time soon. Plus, I think he's worried about the cholesterol results, figuring he will be forced to give up his woeful eating habits. So, in his mind, no results means no problem. I'll keep on it. It's gotta be done. We ate at Ken's anyway, a place that's always pretty OK and from which nobody ever leaves hungry. It was the first time...