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Woke up this morning and headed off to yoga class--to discover that there was no class today. Came home and did a round of Qigong plus a few yoga postures. I seem to recall the teacher saying that there would be no class next week, but I was in yoga bliss state and promptly forgot what he's said.

Dreamed last night of being in some kind of Hardy Boys mystery scenario. We were in a museum or historical building and were trying to unravel some sort of puzzle that had to do with the place and the people there. We were a group of guys who knew each other and had assembled at the place. We were housed in a barracks building that fronted a courtyard that gave way to the main building.

I don't recall any more details than what I've described, except that I felt like the place was in England. There was an older man there, who was in charge of the facility. His features and such are a bit hazy, as if he were a dream image--which he was.

I posted a letter to my sister. My trip back home next month made me think of her. I've not talked with her for over 30 years or so. She's now 64 and our youngest sister just turned 63. Almost two centuries of experience in an unlikely triple. Don't know if my letter will make it to her--the address could be off or old. But, worth a try since we are all coming to the end of our days.

Dance class last night was OK. My energy was a bit off, as it's been all week. Can't seem to climb up and over a shelf of low energy and step into the energy zone. Noticed that I looked stiff dancing last night--my body rigid and tight--not loose and flowing. Motivates me to start doing more yoga to shake out that tightness if I can. Was looking forward to yoga class this morning for that reason. But was not to be. Have to begin doing more at home anyway on a regular basis.

See a picture of myself doing nothing but movement and dance in order to maintain my body. I imagine having to give up any hopes of writing anything of substance as I have to pursue my physical maintenance.

Thoughts upon thoughts, thoughts about thoughts. For what purpose? For what reasons?

Dance tonight. Will see if I better recall the newest ones. Betcha Neva, Quand05, Party Crowd and more. Will be good to move. I know that the music and dance will lift some of the pall around my being. I keep thinking of what I'm confronted with in finding a place to live. In picking up and moving and settling into a new place. All imaginary, nebulous thoughts--nothing to do with realities.

August shakes down to the final days. Labor Day weekend looms. No plans or reasons for a holiday for me. It's all a holiday right now, but without a lot of festivities.

When I was eating lunch today, two men sat at a nearby table. One pulled out two packs of cigarettes and proceeded to puff away. It was a posted no smoking area, but he was oblivious. The wind wasn't in my direction so I could ignore him. People downwind were reacting, but not sure where the source was for the smoke. I pondered saying something to him, but let it go. I'm sure he's going to be awakened to the local ordinances soon enough--he seemed to be a chain smoker. He was a blustery, loud-talking person. He was with an older, silver-haired science type. They were discussing, noisily (but not so they could be understood), something technical that related to a hand-held device. They passed the device back and forth several times, commenting on features.