Good morning, all! Last night I had a long dream about driving around Middletown, Ohio, following a huge storm, looking for Christmas gifts, tracking down an old friend, and arguing with my mother. I haven't dreamed about her in years, but she was in and out of this dream, mostly sitting in the passenger seat since I was driving her old Chrysler. I have no idea of what period of time this dream occurs: the old friend was from the 1970s, as were the car and the geography, but downtown Middletown was the urban-depressed territory it is today, and shopping was impossible. I remember, too that we were on a deadline to finish Christmas and gifts by midnight before I had to leave. My one clear memory of the dream is getting stuck driving up a steep hill in Middletown and the steering wheel coming apart in my hands while my mother made one of her "I've been meaning to get that fixed" excuses and the car slid back down the hill as I prayed no one would hit us.
My work marathon continues into today. I will leave shortly for Toyland. I've got about five hours of edits and things to be accomplished and I like to finish up and get home early. Then submit my invoice.
Tomorrow is Martin Luther King day, so I will stay home and spend the entire day getting my tax receipts in order for my accountant. If I work on my taxes two days a week, I'll be ready for him on Feb 3.
