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Daughter is back from vacation. She got in really late last night (early this morning). I didn't hear her arrive--she came and went like a ninja. MD didn't see her come and go either even though she was up most of the night anticipating her return. I'm surprised the dog didn't make more of a rumpus when she arrived. He's somewhat confused now--torn between having her return and his week or more that he spent under my vigilance. A dog's life--always new odors to sniff, new patterns to learn!

I went to bed around midnight last night and napped on/off until early morning--when I conked out. I got up and went to yoga class (small number of people, but a gentle healing class). I went by Annie's for breakfast/lunch (had their deluxe turkey sandwich) and came back and napped until I awoke around SB time (green tea latte today).

I'm sitting in the living room using the WiFi to post these notes. I'm starting to feel somewhat confined if I stay in my room--feeling like I want to spread out more. Will do the Pilates class tomorrow morning and enjoy a day of not doing since we are holding the family fete on Saturday. Yes, there will be a Pilates class on the official fete day--dedicated instructors!

It's overcast and gray today. Looking like it may rain, but probably not going to do so. Just a hovering of a covering that will chill the night and hide the light. Yes, it might!

I had an elaborate dream a few nights ago. I was a member of a flying club. We rented small planes and took them on flights to different places. We were like eagle scouts only older. We packed a small plane for one of our explorations, got into it and taxied to the runway. As we took off, another smaller plane zoomed up beside us and started challenging us for runway space. The takeoff pattern for the airport was a complex configurations of banks and turns that didn't leave much room for any errors or miscalculations. We entered the pattern with the small plane off to our port side. Our wingtips were nearly touching. Everyone started yelling and waving at the small plane's pilot, trying to get him/her to back off. The pilot of the plane ignored us. Somehow we made it through the pattern and took off on our designated route. Everyone wanted to get a hold of the small plane's pilot and pummel him/her for his/her actions.

There was a later segment of the dream where we had landed at our designated location and were unloading our plane. Several of the men in our party had gone to communications area and were reporting the small plane's description and dangerous actions.