1824-1821

Four days have drifted past--Wednesday through Saturday. Wednesday I went to the EDH dance class--and had problems with energy, balance, and feeling weak. Made me be concerned about what to do on Thursday--an RSB session and dance at FO was on the schedule.

The RSB session got canceled since the RSB coaches were going to the memorial service for one of their friends--a police officer who had been killed in the line of duty. I ended up punting on the FO dance class--and the RP dance class on Friday as well.

The ex and her partner came by with some food--and to pick up some medical items that were supposed to be delivered to the house. Turns out that the ex's partner had been hospitalized with pneumonia--and had ordered some medical items to be delivered to this address. The delivery was attempted--but MD didn't hear the delivery person and I was out doing an errand. Thus began a whole series of activities--centered around trying to make the delivery re-happen.

I didn't do much--worked with my new phone, ran some errands, paid some bills, slept, and did some dog sitting. Went to RSB session this morning--only three of us in the class. I felt woozy throughout the workout--but kept downing lots of water and that seemed to moderate the sensation. I decided to not go up to Rescue for today's dance class--I came home and slept for a few hours. No classes scheduled for tomorrow--Monday kicks off with an RSB session--and an afternoon of BIG (the first in a 4-week, 4x per week program).

I just downed a V8 Fusion--which makes me feel as if things are chilled for now. The daughter and her tribe have returned from their trek to a relative's wedding--and another Saturday evening begins.

Hurry canes are happening--three back-to-back in the Hurrah Cain Corridor.