After a walk down to the coffee shop, a few cups of great coffee, a giant cookie and some drawing, I felt better.  At one point (and it was only a few minutes) I was the only one in the coffee shop.   That felt odd.  But it filled up fast.  I felt a little disheveled on my walk, but there’s nothing wrong with disheveled.

Anyways, my dreams have gone off the deep end.  Zombies, monsters, attics.  Running from something (not a zombie).  Triathlons (I wasn’t in it, but Shane was).  Sleeping (I don’t seem to remember sleeping in a dream before, I’ve woken up in dreams – had dreams where I was waking up – but not sleeping).  Dreams in Buffalo, dreams in Queensbury, dreams in Lake Champlain.  All weird.  But they do make me smile in the morning.