- MAIL! Cards from family and the big box of goods we mailed from home.
- Bowl of baked parmigiano that accompanied my pasta. Pasta was so-so, baked cheese = Yummy!
- Watched “Mafioso.”
- Understood many parts of “Mafioso.”
- Got a big juicy email from Mom.
The past is gently haunting my dreams. Many days, I go to the memory well and lower my pail. With precision, I aim to collect memories to revise my resume for relevant job specifications. Inevitably, other memory aspects slosh into my pail unnoticed and rise to the surface. Those memory shadows visit me in my sleep. Last night, I dreamt of beautiful Shell Lake. If you know me even a little, you know that Shell Lake is very special to me. Dreaming of it invigorates me and promotes a deep melancholy, simultaneously. And, I wouldn’t have it any other way.