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Yesterday was National Toilet Day--hope everyone enjoyed a day on the throne. Well, maybe not a whole day--perhaps just a short couple of visits. Today is Peanut Butter Fudge day--yummy, yummy, for the tummy.

I awoke around 6am--but napped on and off for several hours. I was up and off to SB's around 10 or earlier--to get my morning latte. I guess I didn't really eat any breakfast--but had some lemon chicken and couscous for lunch.

Somehow, the afternoon passed--and about 3pm I woke up so to speak. I made a run to pickup some items for tomorrow's B-day event--and went out again around 4pm to pickup some groceries.

Work on the B-day event began today--and will no doubt continue through the evening and into tomorrow. I plan on going to an RSB session in the morning--and recover enough for the B-day event.

I've been thinking about doing some RSB cheers--Roses are red, pickles are green, I'm a Rock Steady Boxing, punching machine!

I'm going to shower and shave in just a but--wash away the last few daze and get ready for tomorrow's events. Will have to do the same on Tuesday around noon--just before heading off to the doctor's office. The countdown is going slowly--lots of holes in each day and long nights of tossing about in my dreams.

I dreamt that I was with one of the PT's that took me through the BIG classes--she looked like Darrian who is a striking-looking person. In the dream, she was assisting me with getting some details sorted through--she was acting as my ombudswoman in dealing with getting approvals from the board that ruled on such items.