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I’m old enough I remember the Peter Paul and Mary version of this 60s hit. It’s a song about the regret of leaving someone you love, and not coming back. I’m leaving someone I love, and coming back. I’m going because our American healthcare “system” is insane.

My COBRA coverage is no good in Missouri. The doctor who understands is in San Jose, California. I’ll re-visit Silicon Valley with good old Democratic friends, but I’m sick at heart that I’m a sick 99%-er, and the people in charge of “healthcare” are greedy, and contemptuous of the federal-level changes on the way.

My good old Democratic friends gave me a button that shows the date and signature of Our President on March 23rd, 2010. This button gives me hope. Yes, Hope, that months from now, I won’t have to fly to see my doctor, and my medical records — which are extensive — will be available for download all across this land, at my request.

Like or comment or praise Jesus if you think I should fashion this particular journey into an art project.

Breathing,  Dale

I’ve been away from this blog for months. Much of that time has been spent sleeping, and the times I was awake were consumed with moving from California to Missouri, which has been very much like a Time Warp.

My husband and I moved to the middle of the country because it was in his economic best interest. As we wait for the results of that roll of the dice, the economy has worsened enough that people are demonstrating their pain and frustration in public.

All across this land.

Some relatives and friends of mine are trying to resist the pull of street action against the plutocracy. Like Dr. Frankenfurter, I question this creeping toward fate, when it’s just as easy — and so much more fun — to dive into What You Know You Want.

You know how the song goes, but I think this part really nails the “former” Republicans who are in fact, closet Democrats:

It’s just a jump to the left
And a step to the right
Put your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it’s the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane

To paraphrase, you can jump in with Democrats while hanging on to a piece of your Conservative soul. You’ll find friends who share your values. Most of us are centrists, because that’s always where the political action is. Our events are wild, chaotic fun, and the messy, rudderless Party will eventually focus on the people in the streets.

So Brad and Janet, why not jump in? I know you’re confused. I know actual sweaty, hairy Democracy can be frightening. But isn’t it Nice?

I’m feeling like a 70s singer-songwriter today, because I’m now more awake and alert than I’ve been in several years, and I’m suddenly aware of drama all around me. The drama of people I know and love, suffering. Continue reading →

I’m remembering an elaborate dream after my first night with the new bilevel machine. That means I’m on the right pressures, and going forward I’ll get more of the deeper sleep stages and the life-giving REM. This morning I made a list of things I need to finish, which tells me my mental fog is starting to clear. I think I got everything I asked for.

I’ll be working with my new sleep doc and his staff to maximize this therapy and put myself back on track. Back to Life.