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Sunday, Sunday! Almost! There was also a bit of rain. I got my laundry done but little else. I came back from the laundromat and went to sleep. Slept for a few hours and then began the afternoon/evening rituals (or so they have become). Everything I do seems to be part of a never ending dance that keeps being performed over and over. A daily set of choreographed steps that I perform unfailingly, it not that well. Oh, boy! Oh, joy!

Dreamed a set of diverse scenes last night and this afternoon. Nothing that I seem to remember--a set of mists and a droning of some distant music.

Watched a film--The Last Station. It was about the last years of Tolstoy's life. It had a strong cast of actors. It was a pleasant film but came off as being somewhat remote despite the energy and passion of the actors. It was like a snapshot instead of an album--not a lot of engaging detail or context for all that was  being portrayed. The film got good reviews and several Oscar nominations. I don't think it did all that well at the box office.

I'm really feeling the effects of no classes. More of that tomorrow--no C&M. One resistance class on Tuesday and then nada for a while. Hazy crazy minutes ticking and clicking!