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Fly Day--Fry Day! And I've spent the day in a daze--in a haze, in a maze, in a craze. I slept fairly well last night--but there were several things that impacted how well I rested overall. For one, MD slept through her dinner time--and woke up around 10pm or so. This threw her off her regular schedule--and she was up and around about 5am.

I had planned on getting up somewhat early this morning--and continue work on my medical directive. That didn't happen--I slept in later than I had planned as well as didn't really nap either. I finally made it up and out--and grabbed a latte and breakfast sandwich at SB's. I came back and zoned out--and ultimately got up around noon. I downed a V8 Fusion and ate a couple of cookies--but I still didn't fully awaken or loose the cloudiness that surrounds my thoughts.

I ended up going out another time--to hit the ATM and pick up some items I had forgotten to get in my earlier runs. It's about 3pm now--and I'm starting to feel awake and sense the fog lifting. Unfortunately, as it lifts, it exposes other things that I need to be concerned about--handing over the keys to what little I have to my daughter (agent, son-in-law) and showing her how to find everything. Also deciding how to deal with all of the medical issues--that seem to be vying for attention as the days unfold.

Only a few more days--and I will have some idea of the options available for whatever is happening to me. As the days go by--I feel myself getting more and more tense about what I'm going to hear. Freaking Friday--about the details arriving next Tuesday.