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Faint dream fragments from last night. Something that dealt with three objects, three things. We were testing them and trying to determine which one was the best for the task. Not clear, now, what the task was or exactly what the three objects did.

Got up a little later than usual this morning. Encountered more people and dogs on the morning tour. Got an email from my ex indicating that she had been on a phone call from our daughter, who was stranded in the city. When I talked with my daughter, she said it was not a big deal and that things were handled.

Don't know why she didn't call me if she needed help. I'm here, nearby. Her mom is across the country. Anyway, it was apparently something that happened and that she handled. She seemed put out that her mom had contacted me. Hmmm.

No men's team meet this evening. No one, including me, pushed to make it happen. RB sent a note about next week's meet. Looks like that will happen, someplace. We're caught up in a cycle of meeting at food places instead of people's houses. Life in the urban jungle.

Dance class last night was exhausting, but felt good. She zipped through several new dances. Fortunately, for me, one was a dance she'd taught in the Thursday class--so I was up the curve on it.

My GI tract is trying to act up again. Too many dense foods over the past few days. Have to back off and eat more carefully. Lots of fruit and grains. Seems like the stuff that works best. Solid proteins put a strain on the system.

The drip lines in L's yard seemed to function correctly this morning. Still will need to hand water some of the items, but overall the sprinklers seem to be working.

Picked up a notebook from my rental room so I can noodle some on paper. Plan to start making notes regarding what comes next on the geriatric's agenda. Crystal clear that I need to make some plans and move on them. Step one--start writing down the options--creating the scenarios. And pick up a lottery ticket for tonight. Keep the hope oar rowing.

Also will spend a bit of time today putting this place in order. I've already let the kitchen get out of order and should remedy that condition. This place is chaotic enough without me contributing to the clutter.

Been almost a week now that I've been here. Seems like a lot longer, but things are settling down in some ways. Still have to deal with the loss of my computer. Put that one on the list of things that need to be done.

Feeling? Tired and not 100%. Keep expecting my energy levels to kick back into my old modes, but they don't. So I take naps, read, rest, walk some, and let things be--let them be. What else do I need to do? Plenty. Time is ticking. The clocks are in motion. The hour glass is down to the final trickles of sand. But, the hour glass can be flipped over and it all starts again. Not quite.

The sands of time trickle steadily, continuously. Our lives are but fragments of the flow, moments among eons. What I do today, or any day, is only a spark of energy in the flux and fury of the all. But, it is important that I do something, not just sit and wait for the dying of the light.

Rage? I would like to think so, but history does not contain that story. What will it be? What will it look like? Who, what, when, where and why? The big five. The keys to the hidden secrets.