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Went to the CW dance class this morning. It was a solid 1.5 hours of movement. Toward the end, I was getting tired. Went straight from class to the H's. GH and I went to lunch and then came back to his house where I read the opening chapter of Unconsoled. I read it aloud and found it a challenge to make it through the opening section. My voice was starting to fade toward the end. Will be interesting to see how that activity continues.

Dreamed last night that I helped a group of people recover a treasure. There were a hoard of gold coins hidden away. We had a map that would lead us to the treasure. We formed a convoy and went to the spot indicated on the map. We found the coins and retrieved them.

A second dream involved a bunch of kids who were playing near an open culvert. The culvert formed a slide that let the kids get to the other side of a hill. The kids were busy hiking up to the culvert and sliding down it to where it emerged on the lower part of the hill. It was an active dream and very clear.

I'm feeling really flaky. I'm tired and achy, and feeling anxious and fed up with my routines. I continue to put off doing things that need to be handled. I just go from point to point, doing the same things over and over, hoping for a shift or change. I can't seem to muster enough energy (resolve, intention) to do other than what I keep on doing--which is not really all that much. I continue to dwell in an imagined future where things can only get worse. As I was leaving the dance class today, I saw an older man (older than me) who was bent over and had a paralyzed hand. He was unloading his wheel chair from a van. He had a lift device that he controlled to lower the chair so he could get into it. It was difficult to think that he had driven himself there and was successfully struggling with the chair so he could probably have lunch at the senior center. The time and effort that he had to expend to just come and go had to be incredible, yet he was doing it. I can only think of myself ending up like him--what seems to be so far away also seems to be so imminent. PD dance class tomorrow! Moving on!