I had a few weird dreams last night, but nothing really pertinent to anything, so far as I can remember anyway. I think I dreamt about taking care of a baby.. I think it was my baby sister when she was a baby, but now that I’m awake, I don’t actually recall. There’s a memory of Dave somewhere in the dream, but I don’t know how he’s supposed to be involved. I hate when I don’t remember my dreams. I think they’re significant to our reality in our heads.

So it’s already Thursday. Weeks go by so quickly these days. It’s weird. I only have a few clients to see today, and then I’ll be off. It’s going really smoothly — paperwork is coming in faster, I’m getting more things done, it’s just so wonderful, I tell you! If only social workers will get those darn concrete funds requests in for me, then I can get reimbursed and all is well again.

I think I will treat myself to some lovely ice cream today. Maybe I’ll be able to drag someone from work along with me. Lunch and then ice cream. Sounds charming for a Thursday, don’tcha think?