It is FINALLY April 11. Just three class periods, one meal, and I am on my way to LA. The anticipation is mixed. I think I am scared I am going to get there and wake up.

My body is better. Honestly it is only my throat and it is not sore, just gunky. Nothing else is really bad. I did not take anything last night, to avoid that feeling. I will snooze on the plane too. I expect to arrive healthy. I did sleep last night—not enough after not sleeping well, but better than I had. I am mostly packed and have a list of things to do this morning and in the hour or so I have after I leave work. Then I am off. I am leaving very early so if I get stuck in 635 traffic I will not panic. I would rather hang around the airport. It feels closer to the dream anyway.

Today is a pivotal day in other changes also, the ones that do not directly involve me. This weekend is one that hinges on many things.

I will blog right before I leave and then there will be three or four days of no entries. Those few days will say the most.

This has been the hardest week. My body has been under attack and things have been more challenging. Even my dance has been a point of contention. I could not even dance well in my college class and felt so bad I wanted to run out in the middle and cry in God’s arms before going back. I figured it was also because I was so out of it and did not feel well. But it amazed me that Saturday at Shachah I was understanding a dance just fine and then could not walk in a circle in my college class. It was awful. Attack attack. The enemy does not attack if there is no threat.