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PD exercise class today was difficult. There is so much reminding of what the illness is going to do that it makes for a humorless drill. The instructor is well intentioned, but the overall gestalt is dreary. Also, I was not feeling much like being reminded. My body is reminding me enough.

Had a meal and a nap. Felt somewhat better, but had a difficult time getting up after napping a while. Went for an acupressure session. Some sadness there--the practitioner is moving out of the area. I have to locate an alternative, along with a substitute for the Tuesday movement class. Changes! Lots of changes!

Dreamed last night that I was on a motorcycle or similar device. I was careening up and down streets and pathways that were made of marble-sized rocks. The cycle was sliding around a lot. I kept having to watch out so that I didn't lose control. Every twist and turn was a challenge.

I can't seem to restore my energy levels. I make it up and get to a class or session, but then practically collapse. I can't seem to find the will power or the brain power to do anything substantial or of purpose. I can read and watch movies--can lose myself in them--but have no reserves once I done with them. Watched an Indian-centered film tonight called Swades. It's a story about an Indian man who comes to America and goes back to find an old family friend. He becomes enwrapped in his home culture, meets a Indian woman, and has to wrestle with going or staying. It's a Bollywood-style film with singing and dancing despite not needing those elements. I hit the FF when the songs and dancing was showing. Both were not all that good.