It was not an easy night. I went to bed at about 2:30 a.m., 
and to sleep about an hour later. I awoke about 5:30 with itching from scalp
to toes, which I was unable to ignore, and unable to scratch because all joints
were locked and I could barely move. I maneuvered to the edge of the bed,
grabbed the walker and on the third try was able to stand. Wrestling with
the angel is the best way I know to keep from falling. The pruritus retreated
in the face of 42 degrees cold temperature. I don't mind cold fingers; I'm
used to them. I have yet to come to terms with the metalogic which separates
clinical history from obnoxius complaining.

I hope you are well.