Bren and I took some photos last night, much like her I haven’t decided what to do with them, but if you REALLY want to see them either let me know or go looking.
Even though I managed to spend more time than I usually do with Jay I miss him a lot today.
I also miss Colene’s writing so I hope so gets her page back up soon.
I crawled in bed last night about 8pm, because I was tired and had a terrible sinus headache. I watched Spin City as I drifted off.
When Rob came home he crawled in next to me, he always feels the need to have complete conversations with me as I sleep or while I am talking on the phone. Depending on how into it I am - I get totally annoyed with him. I love the fact that he snuggles up to me and talks to me, but couldn’t he pick a better time to do this?
I guess Corey came over last night for a puff; I slept through that too – thank God. Although when he did come to bed at 12:30- 12:45 am that’s all I could smell KECK. I slept nicely till about 3am, at that pointed I wanted so badly to get up. I managed to stay in bed till 5am when I had to pee so badly my feet ached. I did go back to bed till 8 am, which was about an hour ago.
I had this wonderful/sad dream last night -
It starts off with us on a bus coming home and the bus breaks down. Now there’s two buses so most of us can get on the second bus and carry on home, but this person doesn’t want to. So they decide to stay in a ‘hotel’ for the night, not waiting to leave them and wanting to spend extra time with them I offer to stay too.
We’re lying on the bed talking about how this company has closed various rooms down and things like that. Being the person I am I have wriggled my way as close as possible to them.
The dream is told from their perspective but I am hearing it as it is told. They’re lying on the bed with their head up by the pillows and I am the opposite way with mine down by the bottom of the bed – watching TV. We have a conversation regarding children and after it’s over I hear the narrator saying, “ I know it’s not a possibility but some how talking about it makes me want to make it a possibility. At this point I am closer than I should be. Suddenly they realize they should call home, so as the sit there and talk about why they’re not coming home I am lying on my belly watching them, thinking they are just amazing. I am not hearing what the person says on the other end yet what the narrator is telling me. It makes me sad, but I can’t remember exactly what was said.
Through the whole thing I know exactly what’s going threw their head – which is what I long for.
It develops a little more, but it’s stuff I don’t feel cozy writing about.
I just felt the need to write this one down…
I am feeling extremely loving today.