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everything feels strange. I moved through the door slowly this morning. it was so hot in the room I could imagine steam rising. it was an irritable event, trying to sleep like that, and, as expected, the lungs protested, and protested in a major way. finally with a douse of the cough medicine, my lights were out around 3:30 am, and woke stubbornly five minutes before my usually scheduled time.

still I am getting along and making new friends. Lenny lives not too far from my house. we had planned to sit and meditate for 30 minutes, but the zen clock was off and it went for what seemed a 45 minute stretch. shoulders and other limbs came complaining. I didn’t say much back. also we added walking meditation, light footsteps, and afterwards chanted mantras (Mike and I) to Lenny playing the flute. we are going to have a yoga night soon and creak the old parts around. I’m worried about Mike – because of his stomach trouble. He’s taking two weeks off from work to see if that will help.

DC soon
a weekend trip
to a protest
and see
old friends
the sun
will be blasting
down
I will chant
soreness out
of my body
and build
an athletic
raft to cross
over
to the present
friends and
new friends welcome
too