Honors Class in Motion

 I am doing some very important work in the pool.  It is for my physical pain and my back at this time.  I stayed completely silent except for when approached by a woman after my workout changing by me in the locker room.  I do get in at least 1000 yds, but the concentration is in the muscles and the mind.  I worked on an image of labyrinth today as I snorkeled.  I snorkel with fins 300 yds.  I then worked with an image of centaur.  The eye became red laser beam from past rage centered for work, and with that mind place in check and motion, the image of me and centaur exploded rock formations on the planet Zod.  We were weightless and uncompromised.  Cetnar of space then ate the rocks.  They came through his tentacles for excretion and a new metamorphic rock was formed.  I then shifted the image to greenery and blue.  It was of algae in water.  The water was adjustable in temperature with our minds.  It was warm in this reality and it was fresh water that was clear, but the algae was more like the Chlorophora of salt water.  It was made pure by carbon vents from beneath coming form a special benthic ecologic system that had evolved there all on its own.  I then went to the back stroke with fins and goggles.  I swam 700 yds.  I alternated the pace to deal with neurological difficulties and muscle soreness.  I had empathic and telepathic exchange with a soldier overseas during the whole procedure.  I work to prevent his and my physical malady at the same time, while testing his range of ken and advancing his imagery and ability to learn quickly, adjust to others' errors, and advance his mind powers that would be labeled a little supernatural at this time.  I took a hot tub.  I took a shower.  I had a theological discussion with a woman who was very loquacious in the locker room.  I made a planned public phone call to my doctor to have my nurse call.  From that same YWCA lobby, I made a very public phone call to my sister about my dissatisfaction with her and our family the past few days.  The message was brief.  It was not hostile, but it became terse.  I then went to the Uptown Bus Station where I wrote an email to my brother about the very extensive and long text from my mother and boarded the bus at the same time while finishing it.  It was done by voice command.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112