I dreamt last night I was holding a baby that wasn’t mine.
old friends, old friends
sat on a park bench like bookends
Today I sang for my office-mates a fraction of the “Boar’s Head Carol”, the part I remember, and we laughed so hard that we almost didn’t hear the phone ringing. We have one week left in here until they move us into the building next door, into the chaos.
The living room floor is finally almost slightly somewhat close to done, with only a couple coats or so of poly remaining.
I know the point of this posts are widely varied, but some fifteen minutes or so lay between each sentence, and I am scatterbrained today.