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Took Zack for blood tests, and then talked with him for a couple of hours about being a protagonist in his own life. My suspicion is that the libido-suppression of the anti-depressant drugs has been leaving him in Spayed Cat Syndrome -- he'll lie on the nice warm television and stare at you for hours, because there's nothing else he can do.

We'd started with the bike ride, in which he was literally comically inept. You *can't* screw up that consistently without conscious effort. But he has committed to taking daily rides with me for the next month. We'll see if a bit of practice helps him improve. We did at any rate take a twenty-minute ride and get back in one piece each, so I'm officially declaring the ride a Success.