I do remember one dream I was having this morning. I dreamt that Eric had taken us to a swanky hotel last night, forgetting completely that we'd have to be back at work by the next morning. He was troubled when I reminded him of this fact, but steadfastedly determined to have a good day, nonetheless. So while he was checking in at the front desk, I tried to carry our bags to our room. I was standing on one balcony, saw our door on another balcony across the way, and tried to climb down the stairs to get there. The stairs only reached halfway there, and stopped. When I got to the last step, suspended in midair over a dining area, I was petrified and tried to turn around and go back; at that point, the stairs began to swing and sway...

I hate nightmares.

Hey, I think my dreams are revealing that I've reached a whole new level of online geek-dom. I've bgun dreaming about people whom I only know through online communication! I dreamt two nights ago that one of the women on my conception list was pregnant with twins; when I emailed her later, she was quite pleased and holds high hopes for my "prophetic talents." Last night I dreamt that I was talking with kaRa leah, discussing our various forms of past contraception. Perhaps my husband is right when he says we need to make some more off-line friends...

I called my mommy last night. She's feeling better since her surgery, but she still sounds very hoarse. Nobody told her beforehand that the nerves in her throat they had to cut wouldn't heal for a few years; she says that the numbness is quite "unnerving." (Yeah, Mom is a comedienne, too.) Dad's apparently taking good care of her, and she goes to get the stitches out today. There's a good bit of bruising around the bandages, which is unsurprising; we of the fair skin tend to bruise from being brushed by air molecules.

Lots of the people at her church are bringing her food, most of which is going in storage. I remember when she had her hysterectomy back when I was in sixth grade or so, and the food was piled on every counter in the kitchen. It was great when she had two kids, but for just Mom and Dad, it's a little much. If Dad had lost a little weight, well, it's all coming back now.

We began planning for the library's Summer Reading Program, which has little to do with reading. As it turns out, I'm going to have to teach sessions in web page design and internet surfing. They've also got their eyes on me for running a writing workshop. Perhaps I'll do a journalling seminar. Who knows? It should be entertaining.

Oh, and puppetry sessions, trips to the planetarium, tie-dye classes...lots to get excited about. We usually pull in a big crowd of people for this. This year we're adding a henna workshop for the older kids! I hope it goes over bigger than the comic book thing; so far I've gotten zero responses on that.