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Four I’VE SPENT THE LAST couple of days dodging Anna. Each morning, I checked the Gazette website to see if Nate’s article appeared. Fortunately, it hasn’t. I’m hoping he’s given up on the idea. No, I don’t know why I would think that, either. Nate with an idea is like a dog with a bone. I just hope whatever he writes doesn’t set off my mother-in-law and church secretary. In any event, by the time Thursday rolls around, I am relieved to be able to spend the morning out of the Rectory. Not only do I have hospital visits, but it’s also the day of my follow-up appointment with Martin. After he warned me about my blood pressure, I took his advice seriously, riding my bike almost everywhere I could for a total of an hour a day just like he recommended. I’m optimistic he’ll have good news af