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MLK day--and you wouldn't know it. Everything is doing Monday as is--only the mail is not happening.

I rented a car this morning--and got my truck towed to the repair shop. No word yet regarding what is wrong--but the rental car gives me enough mobility to keep rolling. The rental car is a puzzle regarding how it all works--but I managed to figure out enough to do a few things.

Had lunch at the BBQ place--a huge turkey/bacon/avocado sandwich with fries. Had a latte later in the day--and will do tapioca and apple for dinner.

Feeling low energy and sleepy--but also sort of wired as well. I think I had a weepy, creepy dream last night--or the night before. Not clear which--just recall the heaviness I felt. Daze of rime and woes--or some such blather.

As I fell asleep last night/this morning--I tried remembering where I put the title to the truck. I found it in one of the unpacked boxes that populate my life--stuff I humped two years ago to this location and have not yet inventoried or purged. I'm actually amazed that I found it--buried as it was in one of the many boxes. Order into madness--madness with no order. My life in cameo--or some other miniature device!