Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Dreams - Oct 24 2010

Describe miserable: moving. Anywhere. Even from one room in the house to another. For very good reasons, I have moved from my lovely cubby downstairs (just enough room for my stuff) to the room 1/2 its size upstairs. I'm so tired I could cry and there is just enough room for me to walk to the bed. Why does tomorrow have to be Monday?

If I was married right now, I would be sitting on the front porch with my honey-love, drinking hot apple cider and watching the glow of my pumpkin. Oh love of my life, M'love, M'love. I wait in happy anticipation for the day of this simple pleasure.

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