For three nights in a row, I’ve had dreams about my dad. I usually remember more about him in the summertime anyway, but he’s been gone 19 years now, so dreams don’t come so often.
When I woke up this morning, the sun was already shining bright on the door of the closet. I couldn’t believe it was so late. I remember Husband getting dressed for work, and asking what day is it. That would have been about 7am. Next thing I know, the clock says twenty minutes til nine, and I didn’t believe it so I called the Time/Temperature lady and her automated voice said 8:43.
My mind is jumbled mess right now.
This doesn’t bode well for the day’s interactions.
the day outside is bright with sunshine
the bird calls are often and cheerful
I hope these are enough to send off what lingers from fitful sleep.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
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