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Mushy dreams. Fragments and pieces of dream elements are all that survived. There was a scene where we were dancing or taking a dancing lesson. I was floating over the group, dancing in the air. Later there was something to do with me telling a person something personal. I kept trying to communicate a piece of information, but the transmission kept getting tangled and I had to start over again.

Clock was set to ring early so I could get up and take my truck to the dealer's for a service. Earliest I've awakened in several months. So off into the cool morning air before the sun rides higher.
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Truck dropped off and rode the bus back to city center, then walked home. Took a nap and read some. Doctorow book starting to make some sense. It's jumbled timewise so makes it tough to follow, in addition to the stylistical variations.

I'm glad it's starting to make some sense--I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever be able to grok what he was saying.

Feeling like I'm unhinged somehow--out of control and staggering along a bunch of uncertain pathways, headed nowhere. The Doctorow book isn't helping--it's making my brain hurt with the effort of trying to read the story, to understand what he's saying. There's clergymen, rabbis, Wittgenstein, concentration camp victims, writers, movie makers and more. It's like reading a novel soup--dozens of ingredients chopped and thrown together, stirred into a broth.

Truck repairs may be the first ones where I have to actually pay something. E, the shop person, said he'd look into any recalls or such that might cover the diagnostic, but it still might cost me something. Been several years--three years too the date almost--so it's not such a big deal.

Mentally, I'm going over checklists of stuff I'll need to do to take care of L's place while she's gone. Pets, yard, mail, garbage, etc. Main thing is I'll have to transplant myself partially in order to handle everything. Hopefully, it will cool down some. Today, can feel the sun burn into the shadows and elevate the temperature even here in the cave.

Odd thing on the way back here this morning--I was attacked by a black bird. I must have been near its nest. It swooped down and whacked me on the top of my head. Pedestrian perils. Spoke with a friend of my son, who said he'd been in contact with F and that F said he'd be in town at some point. Odd to get news of a relative from a stranger.

I need to put something solid in my stomach. Keep thinking of a quesadilla--cheese and bread. Simple fare since my stomach is reacting a bit to the prune juice and kefir. Need to pick up some more kefir. Perhaps can do on my way back from retrieving my vehicle.

Lots of the day left, lots of a warming day. Oft gang agley.