In the dream, I am packing to go somewhere.

Should I even take that writing course? I haven’t written in two days. Will I be able to keep up? Thirty pages.

Still so dark. More rain?

So quiet. They are either still sleeping or already on the electronics.

“…’Because they don’t know how beautiful it is to be colored’…” - Walter Mosley

Nope. There’s just no way. Without bag number two, I can’t complete it. So much for this project. Maybe we can do the Razorcrest together.

OMG beyblades.

You always feel the heat at this spot; making the left onto the Knoll where the sun is bursting through the trees and you feel its warmth on your back as you head up the next incline.

Grandma sees the dirty room while they are on FaceTime and makes him clean it up and then show her the completed result. I laugh. But he does it, and I love that he respects her enough to actually do it.

Listing only ten goals feels limiting. There is so much I want to do.