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Sun in a dry November, especially a warmer than average November like this one, lifts the spirits amazingly. Have been humming Sting's Fieldsof Gold for two days now as I trundle about the city. Physio today followed by laundromat. I cleverly left the face cloths to be washed draped over the bathroom waste paper basket as a reminder to take the scrubby nylon cloths too. They live behind the shower curtain so I'm apt to forget them. Alas that I didn't have a mnemonic for my terrycloth sheet as well, which I only rememberd once I was at the laundromat. At least there was hot water for my towels and sleep hoodie. But now I discover what the deal is with the new washers whose price seemed to change arbitrarily. It's not arbitrary. Cold wash is four dollars, warm is five, hot is six. There are still a few one price for all machines but they don't take the large loads.

Had a donwanna morning, loath to get out of bed, wanting only to roll back to sleep. But doing that got me once again the persuasive 'Remember that person you killed back in the 70s?' dream, so I perforce had to pull myself awake to shake off the horrors, which only disappear once I'm actually out of bed and into the reality I'm trying to avoid. I think I need a few more meatspace people in my life. Chatting with my Korean physio helps but once a week isn't nearly enough. This is why I wanted a dog, she says wistfully, so I could chat with all the other dog owners. But even if I could walk, dogs mean getting up at 6 a.m. which I simply can't do.