Just read this article in one of the local free weeklies and think it belongs here --
Dwelling In Possibility

Had trouble getting to sleep last night so it was probably around 1 a.m. when I last turned out the light. Then I woke up at 5:30 wide awake with a cat perched on my hip and "Strike the Bell" still in my head from a dream but being pushed out by the Makem Brothers' "It's Been a Very Hard Year" as I woke up. That was odd -- I usually have several songs segueing in my mind, but never one dream and one waking at almost the same moment.

Then I ended up having to eliminate not one, but two (count 'em) yellow jackets buzzing sequentially around my bedside lamp before 6 a.m.

Talked to Tom. He's now able to eat a very small breakfast which will probably have to hold him all day (except for small, spaced amounts of coffee). I've got a bunch of small things (and phone calls) before I head over there...including finding another book to keep in my purse since I finished my purse book yesterday while he was napping.

Right now I need to eat something (after I wash the pan and a few more things stacked in the sink); I'm famished.

Linn