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The best laid plans--get flipped around. I had planned to wake up early, take my medications, get up and eat a bowl of Cioppino that my daughter prepared, take my midday dosage, drink a V8 Fusion, and go to dance class--all of which went OK except I managed to forget my midday dosage. I would have sworn that I took the pills--but I found them untouched when I returned home.

The weird part is that I didn't seem to notice that I had not taken the pills--I went to dance class and did well with the dances. Before I discovered what I had done (or not done) I stopped and had a Frap--and ate a half sandwich. I downed the sandwich around 5pm--and had to push off my 6pm dosage to 8pm.

I think we'll be able to see the supermoon Sunday evening--it should appear directly in our large windows that face East. It may start a bit low in the sky--which will cause our rear road barrier to block it for a while. Won't happen again until 2033--I'll be 92 then if I'm still dancing then.

Suddenly (or so it seems) it's 10pm--watched a couple of the newly streamed TV episodes. How time flies when I'm lost in a piece of TV eye candy--flies like a bird.

Weekend beckons--will have to do some gym exercises since there are no handy dance activities. Life in the PD lane--dancing slowly.