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Barely made it to dance class today--awoke late and almost talked myself out of going. But I went anyway--and, like always, I felt better after dancing for a couple of hours. There were only a handful of people that showed up--so we had an almost private session. The class was up at the Rescue site--which takes about 30 minutes to get there. Now that I've done it a few times--it doesn't seem too long of a trek.

MD got me out of bed last night--she was cold. I cranked the AC down--and it was muggy and warm for a while. Tonight it's about the same--94 or so right now (at 9pm) with 100+ forecast for the next two days.

For some reason, I thought I had a massage session tomorrow--but it's not until next Tuesday. I see the PCP on Monday--and do massage on Tuesday.

I feel like time and events are mushing together--getting mixed and confused. MD is watching something that has a soprano singing--muffled through the closed doors it sounds like screeching. It reminded me of the awful singing by some artist on the SB ambient music channel--it's the dullest music and lyrics I think I've ever heard. The singer drones through a mishmash of lyrics--with an instrumental background that is dirge-like, at best. I'll have to check on who it is--to make sure I never buy any of the cuts.