My family sorts out the news that the VA medical staff does not believe my father has ALS, bulbar option and, besides, he’s a “wanderer” who likes to roll a wheelchair up and down the hallways because he’s not being intellectually challenged on a constant basis anymore, which the staff is not prepared to handle; therefore, we expect the Mountain Home CLC is not a home for my father for very much longer.

Instead, the medical staff thinks my father’s dementia is related to a virus.

As to the dysphagia/aphasia, I don’t know their actioned thoughts on the matter.

I will work with my family to prepare the next phase of my father’s treated illnesses.

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Meanwhile, the Committee is getting antsy, too.  Members have been wandering off on personal agendas and not sticking to the major plan.

Tempus fugit!  Only 13886 days to go.

One of the subcommittees reported to me last night in the middle of a swing dance.

On a side note, it doesn’t seem that many decades ago when those of us who worked in the government contracting business were told to keep our lips sealed because “Boris is listening,” implying that Soviet spies were hanging out in diners and bars, waiting for Americans to let slip secret information.

Now, many Russians are members of the subcommittees, sharing important data back-and-forth, equally, with their American counterparts.

It’s the eastern European, subSaharan African, and rogue Chinese populations that we keep a careful eye and ear upon.

Anyway, my two colleagues from Russia, Natasha and Nina (a chemist and physicist, respectively), showed up at the dance last night to discuss serious business.

It won’t be long now before we launch the next probe.

In that electromechanical space explorer we will secure our latest invention.

For years, alchemists thought the most precious product they could make was gold.

Not anymore.

Soon, water will be more precious than almost anything else.

That’s what Natasha and Nina reported to me last night.  They had perfected the low-energy creation of water using the latest in solar power generation material that reverses the processes of plant transpiration.

Do you know how hard it is to translate a conversation into dance moves?

Especially when you’re pretending to be a newby on the dance floor?

Thank goodness, it was one of the first training sessions that the Committee assembled millennia ago.

I have my childhood trainers to thank for their patience in using my unique dancing skills (or lack thereof) to convert thrashing around to the beats of pop music into codeable semaphore-like communication.

We wanted to celebrate last night but the timing wasn’t right.

Such is the life of the Reluctant Leader.

Always working, working, working, dedicating even his most private meditative moments into coordinating the next moves of our planetary life toward outward expansion.

You’ll be glad to know our efforts to reduce the population growth of our species on this planet are succeeding.

As much as I love all of us here, I need to remove some of our resources for daily living to use in other parts of the solar system, meaning I need to curtail our overzealous grab of raw materials for massive pop culture production and divert them to the Committee’s Special R&D Department for Life Reconfiguration, Deep Space Travel and Celestial Body Settlement, or SRDDLRDSTCBS, for short mnemonic purposes (better known as Sir Double-D Lard Stick Bus).

One day, my successor will take solar system resources for galactic exploration but you’ll find out more when the time is right.

I put many of our youth out of work for “The Man” in order to give you a more important assignment — be courteous to your elders and respect their requests to make our species the first one to say to the other species on this planet that we’re putting this former celestial home behind us.

Quit dawdling out there — let’s get to work and have fun in the process giving our descendants something truly worthwhile to call us their ancestors!!!