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Sleepy day--or how I slept the day away. I just kept on napping--and suddenly it's Sunday afternoon and I could sleep some more.

It felt good to sleep and sleep some more--although I did do a BIG break and will do another as I go to sleep tonight. I've had a protein drink, a latte, a sandwich--and I'll probably do an energy drink which will bump my caffeine level up a notch. Still spending some waking time thinking about the lump--and what is likely to be needed as the facts unfold. I feel so out of control as I await the diagnosis--I keep running through various scenarios none of which will probably materialize.

What the body is doing usually seems to move in directions that I fail to prognosticate--a mind of its own is a mind of its own.

Last night, I pushed the envelope--and watched the concluding episodes of Blacklist. The final scene left open the possibility of there being future episodes--with E's husband retrieving a suitcase full of bones from a locker at a train station. K had left the case there--as a final nail for R's coffin should she gets caught in the crossfire of the final actions.

I felt clear and unfuzzy as I watched the ending scenes--unlike what I have felt like today.

RSB tomorrow--and on Thursday. Have a dental appointment on Wednesday--and will most likely hear from the PCP regarding the ultrasound images. Days with our ends--ends without daze. How will it all fit together--how will it all unfold?