far from here

It's barely past 9 a.m. on a Monday morning. I'm sitting at my desk, getting organized for the day. Mentally, I'm lying on a beach in a bikini, sipping a margarita, and listening to the waves crash against the shore. It's a good thing I'm leaving for vacation on Thursday.

dream a little dream for me

This past week I've been having my crazy dreams again. They've been slightly different each night, but certain elements appear in each one. Each dream seems to have something to do with libraries and South Dakota and Reno and the people from each of those places. They're dreams about the things that occupy my mind during the day. They're about my life now and my life in the future. They're about the things and people I want and need in my life. I think that most of all they're about wanting to go home.