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Made it to the Friday dance class in Citrus Heights. Not that far--probably closer than Cardoba.

Instructor has done it for a while--she gives a smooth, clear breakdown of the steps. The class goes 1.5 hours and I was tired by the end of the first hour. Some of it has to do with doing two classes back-to-back on two separate days. Thursday's class is challenging--doing another 1.5 hours on Friday will take some getting used to. (No Friday class next Friday--labor day weekend.)

Today's class is probably the biggest of the three I'm taking. She also teaches a Wednesday class but I think I'll stick with my plan to go to class on Monday and Tuesday, take Wednesday off, and do two classes on Thursday and Friday. That will be about 5-6 hours of dancing each week! Enough to start with!

I had a connected and really detailed set of dreams over the past two nights. I'm not sure what they were about, but I know I felt, in the middle of the dreaming, that the dreams were important.

I was a bit out of sync today--didn't have a substantial meal before dancing, the room was cold, and the class is lengthy. I ended up eating after class was over. I then came home and napped out for a couple of hours. I then had the other half of my late lunch (a Panera sandwich) for dinner.

It's still fairly early in the evening, but I feel somewhat blotto. I'm feeling a bit wired but also tired. Tired and wired--the happy couple of sensations!

The weekend looms! The silent rooms are filled with brooms and old bassoons. I'm with the goons, the floral blooms and ancient tunes. A set of runes sit in a bowl of pickled prunes. Where are the moons?