Had a dream that it occurs to me is a recurring dream. In the dream I am out in the hills somewhere, forest all around. It is a little bit more barren than Ithaca hills tend to be but could be Ithaca during a drier spell.
Over-head a military plane circles and tries to land and I watch as it crashes, unable to do anything. I usually wake up when it crashes.
Reading: I put down The Alchemy of Stone in order to rip through the Mouse Guard RPG. MG is Luke’s best game yet and I am chomping at the bit to get it on the table. Alchemy of Stone is one of the most beautiful and haunting fantasy novels I have read in a long time. It says something that I want to loan it to my mom when I am done with it.
: Sorcerer sci-fi and wrasslin’ tonight with some D&D and then a Tom Waits kareoke farewell party tomorrow for Aaron K. Sunday will be a yoga session to catch up on the two I missed today and yesterday and intense room and house cleaning. I am long overdue to get my room in some kind of order.
: A comfy shirt and freshly cleaned jeans.
Writing: I am making really nice progress on a short story that I was stalled out on for a long time.