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Went to the PD support group in Folsom this morning. Small number of people, but lots of interactions. Lady who hosts the meetings has agreed to stay on as long as we (the group) can step in when she needs a break. That's good news! (And she brings some killer cookies each time she attends.)

It is rainy and cold today! Not my favorite weather conditions. I feel stiff and achy, and shake a bit more than usual. And, as always, I feel tried and drowsy. I grabbed some lunch after the PD meeting and came home and fell asleep. Woke up after an hour or so and went out for a latte.

Had lunch at the BBQ place--enjoyed the sweet potato fries, as usual.

I've been dreaming but not remembering many details. The dreams have been realistic and involve mostly people that I know.

Only a few days left before Xmas--and a few more until the New Year. Then, it's back to a more filled out regime--with dancing, doctors, and dentists. Oh, boy! Oh, joy!

Just picked up the mail and MD still gets the prize--she receives a hefty stack of donation requests every day. Her name is on the "person who donates" lists and she gets bombarded with multiple solicitations every day. What a waste of trees! And a waste of so many people's time--hers, mine, theirs, the postmen, and numerous others. I don't think she sends out that much money to any one organization--perhaps around $80/month to eight different groups. And so it goes! Don't step on toes! Or question woes! The money flows! The budget grows! As does your nose!