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Sun Day and I feel like I'm running uphill--no end in sight, just more steep terrain.

I had planned on having a hearty Pantera breakfast, but I didn't awaken early enough. By the time I did get up, it was already well past 10. I settled for a SB's breakfast sandwich and a latte. It wasn't enough, really, but it was done and we (ex, grandkid and me) left for the ArtBeast place.

As usual, ArtBeast is full of people (kids and adults) and also lots of noise. The cries, shouts, shrieks, plain old noise, laughter, yelling, and more fills the space of the place. Kids seem to love it there and the grandkid can be totally absorbed in the "Animal Hospital" cubbyhole. She puts on a white smock and proceeds to take care of the many possible injuries that can be imagined.

We ate lunch at an outdoor bistro (Golden Bear), sitting on the cool patio--inside was packed. It was cold outside and I realized that I had come without my medications. We had a tasty breakfast pizza and a plate of fruit. After eating, we came back home. I lay down and napped for a while. The dogs awoke me with their constant barrage of barking. Seems that a squirrel was playing on the lawn, driving the dogs to distraction--and me too!

I went for an unusual 2nd latte and topped it off with one of SB's $1 afternoon pastry specials--an almond croissant. They were good! It's now late afternoon and I'm still waiting to fully awake. I'm starting to feel a bit more alert.

There is a PD support meeting in the morrow--and dancing classes throughout the week. Perhaps I'll rebound some as the week takes off.

Dreams? There have been some, but they keep fading back into the fog with some reemerging now and then. I will continue to dream--why not?