Last night I dreamt about a massage. I guess I really want/need it. It was heavenly in the dream - almost like the real deal. Or a girl can pretend.

Nino is now in a fearful place. I don't know if it's the age, the impending changes, what it is. He told me he was going to fall in the water as he was falling asleep last night, woke up with worms in his bed, and generally is afraid he's going to fall any time there's any opportunity for that. I don't mind that it's turned him into even more of a cuddlebum, but it makes me sad to feel his little fingers grab me so tight as I lift him onto the dryer to put his shoes on.