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Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear--Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair--Fuzzy?--Wuzzy? I rolled out early this morning--had a 9am RSB class. But didn't go to dance up in Rescue--just went back home after class and grabbed a bite to eat. The temperature is climbing into the 100s range--and it is getting warm.

I figured I'd better use my time continuing to clear my closet--and it is happening item by item.

Clearing and cleaning--clutter be gone! Daze of whine and rosebuds--odd phrases popping into my thoughts. I napped for a short while after lunch--but the V8 I drank started me up again after the quick snooze.

I feel like I have a lot to do or deal with over the next few weeks--a feeling that is not exactly true. I'm just spinning in place--like a fidget spinner but one that is wobbly and not smooth.

I am also feeling like I'm not exactly in sync with realities--like today is Saturday but I keep thinking it's Sunday. That's happened several times this week--makes me feel like time is moving randomly around me. Round and round we go--and where we stop everybody knows (or so they pretend).

Well, just to remind myself--today is Saturday and tomorrow is the day after Saturday. Not the other way around--or in some other order.