bits and pieces I must have dreamed last night:
(must have because I remember them as really having happened, but realize that they can't have.)
- a friend has sent me a private message in reply to one I sent him. it is a list of 70-odd sentence fragments, ranging from scraps of recipes for potatoes to a canonical list of possible misspellings of my names, to inquiries about how many guitars are left in the family room at his haus now that he's gone. I miss you, he says. (because now he is living in alberta for some reason, and won't return even for holidays until he's 41, he figures). I remember counting up the variations on my name and applying them to the fragments of potato recipes and serving the resulting dish at dinner with his family. We have a toast to him, lost in Lethbridge forever. ohh, that's sad.
- my boy is having a nap on top of the short dividing walls between my bedroom and the living room area. he seems cozy despite being very precariously balanced. I shrug and go to bed, hoping that if he rolls over he falls on the side with the bed.
- toby and suzie are the same cat.