Dogs Barking Can't Fly without an Umbrella

There has been heat-lightning in the time of drought. My yard is suffering, and there are times of these, that I could truely use a maid. I'm slowly plugging away....

Been having these odd dreams in the past 24 hours, in which alot of my co-workers have poped up vividly. In each seperate dream, we have been on some type of journey-walking on the streets, stopping at a rummage sale, in some type of wheat field. Paula's husband pop'd into the dream this afternoon: he appeared to be doing "better", and I talked to him for awhile.

My main goal before work will be to put away a load of laundry, and start another round. I need to clean the house, and start packing for hippie fest. Bridget wants me to drive back home after I get back to see them at the Mergen Reunion. I'm going to assess the situation at the present time. Not sure if I want to drive 6 hours, spend the night in the bungalow, and then travel another 3 hours without much of a break in between.

I truely need just about a week, to get caught up on house projects, bills, and the mundane day to day tasks.