Work is thick right now, and kind of slow, but I’m pushing through it. I can tell I’m trying to work through some book issues in my sleep because I’ve been having weird dreams. This morning was a weird one of me in the Himalayas, making a path through the snow so the kids could get to school. My dad (who isn’t my dad in RL) and someone else I don’t recognize at all were leading the way. We had a house up there, and growing in the snow beside it was a blue hydrangea. In the snow. Blue, not pink. And it was flowering. Oh, and there were two baby girls that I was trying to settle for sleep. (grin) Almost forgot that part. Some of my stuff I’d thrown away a long time ago was up there. Mmmmm.