OH! MY! GOSH!!! People are coming over for dinner tonite! I'm starting to cook already this morning, while I clean - copious hand-washing before each duty in the kitchen of course. I no longer like to cook and I hate to clean. The cats are terrorized and I am trying to hold it together. I can't blog - no time - I can't get anyone upset today with a post - gosh - you are just going to have to go read Cathy for that.
Anyway - I had "the" dream last nite. I dreamt I was driving on this fantastic surreal road at night - rolling storybook hills and forests in the distance, and there was an eerie golden glow in the distance. I realized it was the Golden Gate bridge and I wanted to cross it. I came to an intersection and I could go one of two ways to get there, I decided to go straight ahead, casting a glance down the other road which seemed to go down a very steep hill, into complete darkness. Despite the fog on my road, I was happy to take it because the air seemed warm and refreshing. It seemed to me the golden glow of the bridge lighted my way and was a source of solace. I got to the bridge and decided to cross over, as I began the trip, I realized the entrance was a very steep, uphill climb, and the fog became more dense, as if the night were thickening, and I realized the crossing could be dangerous. I understood I would meet the suicides, but I was determined to cross anyway. (I know what it means.)
What I think about almost daily.