I Do Not Recall Those Events, Senator

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Forty Six]

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It seems that I may have figured out the source of all the confusion, but I won’t know until a few documents arrive and I promise PROMISE to get more specific as soon as this is all resolved.

In the meantime, no, I’m not getting much sleep lately, cause of the rumination, so the five a.m. kicking ass and taking names until further notice.

But first the news:

I just … look forward to … all this being resolved.

And I REALLY look forward to the appointment with my therapist on Tuesday.

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Also, can I confess something?

I don’t know if this is the hormones or why, but I have an absolute SIREN song to return to dance. Not, like, full time or professionally or anything, but take class and choreograph and perform and DANCE.

And, in case you don’t know my history, I retired from dance LIVID.

Dance is a jealous mistress.

Requires absolute dedication.

Is it even possible for me to do something just a few hours a week? After dancing professionally for twenty years?

I don’t know.

But we’ll figure it out, eh?

And if I’m right about this week’s chaos, this will all be resolved by next week.