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This week has been strange, and it's only Wednesday. Perhaps it's the
early arrival of
Daylight Saving Time, but I'm telling you everything is being weird. David and I can barely seem to keep up with the chaos cloud ripping through our world. Fortunately, the boys are being wonderful, and the togetherness David and I have is the mortar that holds us.
My dreams have been especially weird of late, and graphic as ever. This morning, i had to take some serious time to figure out where the dreaming sequence left off and the real world picked up. Trust me, after gaming goons, workplace weirdness, simple-minded stalkers and generically being lost, it was nice to find myself curled up lovingly on the organic flannel.