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Dreams last night were filled with violence and chaos. There were shootings and killings; people slashed and more. The intensity of the dream scenes awakened me. Not sure what triggered such macabre dreams. Could it have been the chocolate/strawberry cake I had late last night? Maybe so.

Spent several hours working on my Spanish lessons. Tengo mucho a hacer. Sent emails out to everyone letting them know that I'm starting to sort through the options. I've given myself until 10/14 to make a decision. I will make one then no matter what regarding my current living situation. The question will be whether I'm heading South to Baja or otherwise.

I'm feeling much better. I'm eating more and making sure I'm hydrated. Today has been a full day vis-a-vis some of this week's previous cycles. Haven't been very rigorous about posting too this blog for the past few weeks.

Anyway, tempis fugit, and the bird has but a little way to fly, and lo the bird is on the wing... A line from a highschool play that I once uttered. From the Rubiyat of Omar Khayam, or some such set of poetics. Time to fly.