Last night I dreamed that I was out in my yard and my neighbors were playing reggae, live and loud. They saw me, and Bob Marley (my neighbor) invited me to come over and dance! I started to head over but realized I didn’t have my iPhone on me, and I simply had to get some pictures/video of this, so I ran back in the house for my iPhone. As I was heading back out I realized I couldn’t see, so I went back inside for my glasses.
While inside getting my glasses I was surrounded by a group of people who wanted to talk about some money owed them by someone else (not me.) I tried to get away but they were actually quite nice and just wanted to be heard, so I stayed. Then I got pulled into going out to eat but we ended up waiting in a car because apparently we were at the wrong restaurant.
All the while I just wanted to go back and dance.
Moral of the dream: when the neighbor asks you to come over and dance, just go over and dance.

























































































I know you’re stressing about finding a job. Stop. You can’t even imagine what’s going to happen to you over the next few years, and the fact that you remain gainfully unemployed facilitates it. Money will get tight, but you will find a way to make some income and cut back that won’t hurt, too much. So relax.




I’m going to grab my iPod, a tall glass of water, and my dog, Cookie. I’m going to go sit outside on my deck under the gazebo, stretch out on the lounge chair. I’ll pull Cookie up onto my lap, put my earbuds in, and set the iPod to play random songs from my three stars plus playlist. I’ll lay back, maybe take a long sip from my glass. I’ll close my eyes and sing or hum along with whatever songs I’m surrounded by in these last moments. I’ll run my fingers through Cookie’s soft curls and take deep calm breaths and not be afraid.










