June 28th, 2008

mitto mittere

Saturday evening

I napped this afternoon and dreamed I was online, hovering over hyperlinks and noting the urls they'd call up if I clicked. That seemed pretty durned sad when I woke up. I'd slept hard, too, & between the grogginess and the "this is the stuff my dreams are made of?" I thought I shouldn't have taken to my bed.

Have you heard this expression about healthy people--- he never took to his bed, not one day in his life?

O's here. We're fixin' to see about rousting ourselves to head downtown for Lady Sunshine.