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Homing in on the 6000th entry in this journal (not actually 6000, but 7300-1300, which makes it the 1300th entry). Started with the figure of 7300 (365 x 20 years), and started counting backwards to the zero entry after 20 years has elapsed. Something to amuse myself and to note the passing of the days. Well, so far, nearly 1300 days have passed. I started using this blog to record entries earlier this year. Up until then, I had kept entries in a set of text files.

When the count hits 1460 (or rather 7300-1460 or 5840) that will be the four-year point. Four years and so many changes, so many diversions, so many unexpected twists and turns. But all making the same tracks, leaving the same indentations.

Spent today dealing with rebellious Qi in the stomach channel--for sure. I managed to become constipated over the past few days (blame it on the small pizza I ate earlier in the week). Anyway, today was spent managing the movements. Rebellious Qi affects the digestion and large intestine. I had been keeping things balanced for the past several months (since I had a major problem earlier this year). But, the pizza did it (all vege, but cheese and bread dough didn't help). So today was a "rest" day in that I stayed seated a lot. Oh, well!

Took one of those power action laxatives. Cleaned things up fairly quickly. I used to have a cast iron stomach/digestion system. But with rebellious key, I have to be more attentive to what I ingest. In jest, I ingest thinking I will rest, but that's not best, I guess.

Dancing last night was difficult. I felt heavy and dense. My feet seemed to get stuck in mid-motions. I was also careful when I was doing turns, by default. I didn't consciously say that I would dance carefully, it just manifested. Being constipated and heavy made for a clumsy night of dancing. But, shaking and tremors stopped (for the most part) as I danced and got warm.

The cold really affects the level of shaking/tremors. Too cold makes me shake. Been cranking my little space heater both day and evenings. Landlady's electric bill will have a spike no doubt, but for me warm is better--preferred, required, needed, of necessity.

Been reading a book of short stories that are written around a Bruce Springsteen song, "Meeting Across the River." The song lyrics lay out a sketch of the interactions of three people, all of which deal with making a meeting across the river for some undisclosed activity, but one that supposedly involves money. The stories are fictional extrapolations of the song's story line into whole tales. It is a Scheherazade-like set of tales built around the song lyrics. Very interesting feat and one that comes off well.

The stories are mostly dark, often much darker than the song's storyline suggests. Despite the darkness, the stories are absorbing, especially with the song "playing" in the background.

Another day--another way. Always!