I'm all about the weird dreams lately. Last night it had to do with being on a cruise in the Middle East, and hooking up with all kinds of bearded, turbaned men. I had a thing for them in the dream.

Something funny in my psyche.

Last night I had a weird dream which involved taking my algebra final and some history exam. But by far, the weirdest part was that my 7th grade algebra teacher was my teacher, and it was Mrs Kelly (who I had) and that it actually was her. Until this dream, I had not thought of her since probably 8th grade. I had no idea I still knew her name or what she looked like.

Oh it's been so long. Probably a day or so after my last entry, we got hit by The Sick. It began with the stomach of the boy, then morphed into the respiratory systems of everyone. Except the little girl, knock on wood. So now we're all 80% better, with lingering hacking coughs and diminished appetites. No swimming lessons for us today, bummer.

Then, this week, in the midst of all this, a project which I never expected to see again, resurfaced. "Hi, can you get the drawings to us tomorrow afternoon?" TOMORROW afternoon? So I go like mad, and with a few hours to spare, get a message about a "miscommunication" and I have until the 27th. That's like another 12 days, which is forever compared to what I thought. I called the client to see if he still wanted to see anything today, and he was like "just stop and we'll talk monday". Probably because surf's up and he doesn't want to work today either. I love having hippie-organic-restaurant owners who are surfers as clients.  A blast. 

Sometimes I just can't stop laughing.


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I don't know that I've ever felt a little misty when I've voted before. A few years ago, I voted for myself for a local office, and I can safely say I was more careful today when filling in that little bubble. I feel this amazing empowerment, and (hokey, yes) but hope about this election. I'm a gen-Xer, we don't feel this way. The first president I remember was Reagan. Enough said.

What a rush. I want to do it again. Maybe I'll pretend to be my Florida-wintering neighbor.

Joking, joking! Maybe.