This morning’s walk with the dog was glorious. I had my first nightmare about the book, in which all my photos were wrong and some of them were afghans I’d made. The captions were still right, though.
I have a tiny bit of anxiety about my bank problems last week and then my getting the full gropey search at the airport on Sunday, like maybe I’ve landed myself on the “go ahead and bother her” list.
It’s paranoid, I know. But I think the dream is just a part of that.
The truth is that no one but me really gives a shit, you know?
That’s the sad part of this whole research.