Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. The cat has pestered me since 7or 8 am and hasn’t stopped. I’m in M’.s sewing room so I can have some space and bandwidth to write. It’s a little better, but I think I would like to get out of the house a bit today to get some real writing done: some fiction or something. I had a weird dream last night. I was in my old house (when I was an adolescent). I was drinking wine, and J.S. was there. How weird. I can’t drink because of the medicine I’m on, so it’s an odd dream. I wonder what the wine symbolizes? I was happy to drink it in the dream, but I think I thought about the consequences even within the dream. I’d better get cleaned up and ready
Thank you Lord,
Trem