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Made it to CW dance class this morning. It felt good to move and dance even though I hadn't done so in over three weeks. Went to the H's for a sandwich and another chapter of the Ishiguro book. The work is a strange sort of waking nightmare that wanders wherever it wants to go. There is an intrigue about it though that glues the odd pieces into a whole.
I turned red and flushed later in the afternoon--because of the sandwich perhaps. Still a puzzle why it happens and when it occurs. Everything stabilized as the day went by. I didn't take a nap this afternoon. Could have done so but elected to stay up. I dusted the place down in a momentary fit of domestic expurgation.
Watched a University SF documentary on PD. It's a well done piece that provides a hopeful introduction to the disease, from both the clinician's and patient's perspectives. It left me thinking about what I've been doing (or not doing) and what I need to do that's more supportive and realistic for me. I've let valuable time slip past while I wrestled with accepting what I have. Time, once again, to make a shift and put together some kind of plan. I can't keep drifting along--I could but I don't want to do so. Time to make some moves no matter what the outcomes.