I woke up from a complicated dream in which I was living in a world of shattered fragments ruled by dragons. The dragons were very smart, and kept humans cowed as much by psychological mind games as any other. When a human got too rebellious, they would lay traps that would make it seem like the human had to act rebelliously right away, but when they did - all their evidence would disappear and the other humans would think the dragons were justified in acting punitively. And amidst all that, I was also a shape-changer, and could sometimes fly.
Then, at work I had my first UCLA Extension writing program class. I think it will be good in getting back into regular practice of writing. I mean, other than like, pithy facebook quotes and these little entries. I do seem to have a talent for asking what I think is an innocent question that then turns into a whole big thing. I will keep my mouth shut from here on out.
IN the afternoon, we found out our bid on the house was accepted. P informed me by forwarding a craigslist ad for a free armoire. "Contact them about this. BTW, bank accepted offer, paperwork inbound." So ...there we go! We're moving Windsor Heights, a quiet, safe neighborhood in which Ike and Tina Turner used to live.
In the evening we went to get our taxes did by what must be the nuttiest tax guy ever. While we were there, I was bouncing Eowyn on my knee, and she laughed and laughed and shook her head like she was rockin' out at a big concert.
Sometime around 4am, Eowyn woke up and decided slapping me was a really funny thing to do. So then I was awake, and my brain decided it was the perfect time do an instant replay of all the most humiliating and infuriating things that have happened to me since ....sometime in the 70's I guess. I gave up, got up, made coffee, started the day. Lots of big stuff.