This is a no-belly-rubbing zone. That means you. But not you.

Saturday, April 29:

Three people have now felt the compulsion to rub my tummy.

I told myself I wouldn’t let anyone do that.

But everyone who has done it has rubbed briefly and gently, with a kind attitude.

I’ll have to bust out my high school freshman tae kwon do moves on any strangers who attempt to touch me, however.