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Moby loves the new table. He now has computer access, to warm his butt.

Vivid dreams, of distant places, trains, slow movement, the army, bowling and a cat saunters through it. So worn when I got home last night, crashed hard while reading The Science of Discword. D got me into bed, and I submerged immediately, into more dreams that left me immovable, untouchable.


Got the TENS unit on, really need new stickers for the leads. It helps, I will feel better by tomorrow, I'm sure. But today I am stiff and afraid to move much, the modulated electrical pulses causing me to be dull and distracted. Going for a massage next month, massage therapist who works for the Physical Therapy department, so there are few openings. Highly recommended, so that should help, then. Now, doing what I can to battle the tense encroachment.

The rearrangement and ridding ourselves of the huge desk is in a bid for just a little more space. One more little room would make a huge difference, and it's quite unobtainable right now. We've pared our lives down so much, more loss is more than would make sense. We could, and have, lived with less. But prefer not to long term, wanting just a bit more comfort. In the one apartment too large for us, we did not fill it up, but stayed with the same amount of stuff. We are about one, small, room short of our natural amount of area for preference. Here, one main room is all the room, open to the bedroom. And the bathroom is through the bedroom, which is not ideal, not even close. Livable, but we keep hitting our elbows and toes.

And we don't want to move.