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Survived the changing of the clocks--now in that twilight zone. The clocks all say one time--but the body remembers another. I keep cycling between feeling sleepy--and being awake. I had a latte this morning--and a V8 Fusion around noon (or whatever time it really is).

MD's caregiver got here on the new time this morning--and worked until now to arrange MD's coming week (in which the caregiver will not be here).

Dog barking was minimal last night--I was awakened around 2am (time of the time shift) but I didn't get up (or I think I didn't do so). It was a full moon night as well--so energies were mixed and fluid.

Right now, I'm doing my laundry--which is early for me to doing it but the laundry bell is ringing and I have to attend.

Tomorrow the traveling family returns (I think)--and I will do an RSB session in the morning and set up an appointment with the oncologist. I think the size of the lump is varying--getting smaller perhaps (but I won't dwell on that thought a lot before I talk to the lump-speaker).

I notice that I'm looking at people in a particularly intense manner--looking at them as they do their day and the flash of brightness that flickers in their eyes. I seem to be seeing their aliveness--and wondering what they see when they see me.

Washer appears to have stopped--time to dry. Everything is consistent--one act follows the other and the dance continues (until it doesn't).