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Doctor and dancing today! No dancing doctors or doctors of dancing! The PCP set me up for some blood panels and a stool test (same-o, same-o). Unfortunately, I hadn't fasted this morning so I have to go back tomorrow so they can draw blood. I was a bit groggy when I left this morning and didn't think things through completely. I also left my folder of medical stuff at home so I didn't have some details that I might have used.

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear--Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair--Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy--Was he? Seems like that describes my day--or my state of mind.

Dance class was okay--the instructor was out of it (she talked about some stresses she was experiencing with her families). She kept screwing up the instruction and going off on tangents. Her partner let her be and didn't try and rescue her.

I tried using the dance socks on the classroom floor and found that they were unneeded. The socks made the floor too slick--I kept feeling like I had to be extra careful so that I wouldn't slip and slide. Despite the entanglements, the dancing felt good--I'm getting a bit more bold and I am picking up the patterns. Still have a way to go, but it's working.

Dance class tomorrow--after a side trip to the phlebotomist. Need to pick up a new punch card.

My ex is coming by in the morrow--with a handyman who will start completing some of the stalled projects around the house. Oh, yeah!