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Last night in my dreams, the Philosophy Department gave me a large diamond studded bracelet. But I didn't think it could be real, because why would they have given it to me if those were real diamonds? On the other hand, why would the Philosophy Department tell me they were diamonds if they were not? Was this some kind of experiment they were doing? These questions bothered me in my sleep.

I took note of several things online that seemed as if they required a response, mostly thoughts and events posted by friends, and made some phone calls. And actually took a shower, which I hadn't gotten around to for a couple of days. One of the phone calls was an unexpected one from my mother. She was in quite a tizzy because she thought I was supposed to come and take her to the doctor today. She didn't understand why I hadn't showed up yet. Fortunately, she had my phone number and was able to call me, so I explained that today was not Wednesday and got her calmed down. She also thinks that Thanksgiving is this week. I'm not sure I was able to correct that mistake, but it doesn't matter because I'll be seeing her tomorrow and can re-explain then.

I decided I needed to go there a day early, rather than trying to get up early enough to make it to her place in plenty of time to get her ready and then drive for an hour to the wound care clinic. That would make it an awfully long day. Which it will be anyway. It's supposed to snow tomorrow. I just hope it will go away before I get on the road. I can't leave till midafternoon, because I have to get my hair cut.

I put the food away and cleaned up the kitchen while the Sparrowhawk was at the gym. I put more labels in the photo book of my father's memorial. I'm going to take it to my mother in case she wants to look at it. You never know--she might not. She finally started reading "Pioneer Girl," the book about Laura Ingalls Wilder that I got her--but she says it's boring! I made it through maybe three-quarters of the day before getting hit with a massive anxiety attack. All I want to do is hide out and watch very boring TV to drown out the sound of dementors flapping their wings. Or garments, or whatever dementors flap.