The clouds look kinda blue today. Like, seriously, the color blue. It looks to be a little cloudy today. Too bad too, since it’s been so darn nice the last few days. I’ve missed the sun. I hope it comes back for longer. Summer has been a long time coming.

Thursdays are like my Fridays. I generally try not to plan appointments on Fridays so I can stay home and do paperwork for work. ‘Course, this usually doesn’t happen, but so far, I have nothing tomorrow and it’s already Thursday! Woo! It’s a retraining of the brain to look at a work week as “four days” instead of “five days.” Even so, I get most of my crisis calls on Fridays anyway. So, instead of doing paperwork in my pajamas in bed at home, most Fridays are spent either on the phone with clients or providers, or racing out to home visits.

Oh well. What can ya do.

I had another weird nightmare last night. I don’t quite remember what it was this time, but it wasn’t as bad as the previous night’s. Last night’s involved taking care of about a dozen screaming, hollering 1.5 year olds who haven’t been taught to listen to directions yet. We were all stuck in a van and I have no idea who “we” are or why we were stuck in a van. Weird.

I remember another dream from the previous night, to go along with Clark Kent’s possessed girlfriend. Dave and I were stuck in this big concrete bowl-type thing, and we were trying to find our way out. It was too high for me to climb out, and there were no wedges, so it all depended on how high we can jump. I, of course, being so darn short and itty bitty, couldn’t jump as high as Dave. I tried and tried and couldn’t. Dave found a lower spot in the “bowl” where we can get out. He jumped out first, joked around to me about being a “little person,” and pulled me out after him. I remember feeling saved, grateful, and looked after. It was a very intense safe feeling in that dream. It was nice.

On with my day. Nothing else to see here.