Good morning, all! Last night was not a god night, and it seems tobe the end of a lousy week. I am hoping that whatever madness has possessed the Man from Philadelphia is over, and I hear no more from him. Ever.
Around 2:30 I awoke from a dream involving my parents. I cannot recall much of it nw, but it took place in the house where I grew up, my brother randy was still very small, and it had something to do with my going into the military. My only real memories of the dream now are my stripping my bed in the room I shared with Macbeth and taking a plaid blanket that I folded up, and saying "Mama, I don't know when we'll see each other again." And I woke with this enormous sense of loss and grief. I wept for a while and went back to sleep.
So, today I've got therapy and still no television service from Time Warner. So, service has now been out more than 24 hours.
