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Had a difficult time at dance class today--my feet/legs just were not moving. I spent the first hour struggling to do the patterns--even those that I knew. New dances were almost impossible--I just stumbled through the class and hopefully didn't throw off the other dancers.

Also, the place was cold--the AC was cranked up and I didn't have my usual double layer. Outside the temperature was quite warm--the classroom was like a meat locker.

Tomorrow I'm planning on doing an RSB session in the early morning--and go straight to the Rescue dance class in the afternoon. Will make a dynamic decision after the RSB class--I'll have time to grab some food before hitting the Rescue session.

After diner tonight I spent some time with my grandson--he latched onto me when I came into the living room. He stuck with me for the next few hours--he seems really comfortable hanging out with me and going through some of his play rituals that he likes maintain.

He is the happiest kid I've ever seen--and a great mimic and clown. He clouded up when I said goodnight--and he motored across the room and prompted me to pick him up. I feel really close to him--and feel like there is a special connection between us. Don't know why this seems to be true--but it is a pleasant thing to have going.