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At the beginning of this week, I knew that the week was likely to be less than wonderful for me, as my body-mind complex was giving me unmistakable signals that it was unlikely to let me get much done. Then I began to feel better, and I started making plans to do useful things anyway. Predictably enough, my body was unprepared to allow me to carry out any of those plans. So now I am in the faintly ridiculous position of being annoyed about feeling better than I expected, because feeling better gave me hope of doing things the rational bits of my brain knew I wouldn't be doing anyway. Grargh.

I keep meaning to write a real update, but it's possible that I won't. I'll just say for the moment that Saturday, February 27 was a great day and I'm grateful for the chance to be with friends that afternoon/evening/night.

In other news, am currently reading The Line Between--stories by Peter S. Beagle--which is both the perfect book to read in my current altered state of mind and a book deserving a reader more clear-thinking than I can currently be. I should probably go curl up in bed and read some more of it now.