I was full of inspiration this morning, but I went on to twitter first, and was amazed to see I had followers I had no idea about.  I got so caught up in checking them out that time got away and now I must leave soon to take the spawn to his LAST day of school as a first grader!  I took him out yesterday and splurged, got him a digital camera that does a nice amount of video too onto a 2 gb sd card.  It is a sweet little camera with user friendly cartoony icons, the brand is not coming to me right this second.  It ends in "ax", that is what I can remember.  From Wolf I also got him the two year protection service plan which will repair ANY damage.  Smart purchase that insurance I thought, for a soon to be 7 year old.

Okay, I had a dream last night.  It was all about the sons last day of school, and my memory.  The dream started with me at work and it was nearing 5:00 p.m.   think I realized that I was supposed to pick up Gabeish at 11:40 and started panicking that I would have missed the pick up AND that no one called me, when I realized he was there at the office with me.  I was n a deeply puzzled state, because I realized I had no memory of anything before the present, no memory of getting him to school, getting to the office, picking him back up, anything.  It was seriously freaking me out.  So much so that there was a deep deep sense of relief in me when I finally wriggled in bed and saw my bedroom window, which dragged me far enough into wake land to realize it was a dream.  The most alarming thing of the dream is the sense of panic it instilled in me, the WEIGHT of the relief was solid enough to actually cut with scissors I'm sure.

There were other things in the dream too.  Monica had bought a huge amount of chocolate ingestibles, I assume for her trip to LA, and the fridge was full of cookies, chocolate milk, little cream filled bite sized chocolate thingys.  I succumbed, eating handfuls of snacks.  Her dogs were blocked off to half of the downstairs of the house too, doors were shut and couches and pillows were stacked up in childhood fort style, to keep them from the rest of the house.   Neither of these things would ever happen in real life.

So now it is getting later and I want to shower before I venture out into the "THEM" that is this community of man I live in.  I want to stay home today!  I want to write!  I want to craft!  I want to collect massive amounts of cat hair on my back side from lounging on my bed!  And for your viewing pleasure, to go with my wants list, here is my baby Spackle watching me knit the other day.  You can almost see the evil glint in his eyes as he fights the urge to slay my yarn.