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A day full of meetings has left me tired and mushy-brained. I hate the feeling that if I don't keep running, if I let down for just a moment, I will fall irreparably behind.

I was up early today and went for a jog. My heart did quite well. It didn't feel fluttery and weird like it has the past few times. I am thinking of training for a 10k, coming up this December. I will need to get some advice from someone who knows something about jogging for long distances.

Then a meeting at 9:30, a meeting at 11:30, and home by about 3:30. Tired. At the second meeting I took the minutes, which is quite an intense job.

Back home I didn't feel like doing much, but didn't feel good about wasting time. So I wandered the internet looking for a place to stay when we visit my family in Florida. I think I've already stated this, but February is a really tough time to try to find housing in Florida.

I stumbled rather easily upon beauty today. The restaurant where I had the second meeting has a garden-y area, and I found a fern just uncurling its leaves. Neat, but add in a few fallen flower petals, and you have a natural masterpiece. Lovely.

How did I see God today? I spent most of the day with Christians. I think He helped us discuss some pretty difficult matters and no one got upset or nasty. Also, I haven't overlooked that my heart felt better today. I'm appreciative, I truly am.

But I'm also afraid that my motivation to pursue this "irregularity" to its full diagnosis will wane if I wait much longer, especially if I start feeling better. I don't know. I have to go get that second test (an echo cardiogram) by the end of the week. That will be my goal. If I put it off any longer I'm afraid I just won't get to it.

OK. Done. I'm going to hassle the kitty a little bit and try to get to bed by 9. Oh Happy Day!!!! (or night, as the case may be)