A Rare Happy Dream

It’s been almost 11 months, now, closing in on a year. Time to pick this blog up again.

Prompted by a dream I had last night that I don’t want to forget.

I was coming downstairs in the morning and Barbara was back. She was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher. I was surprised to see her, but not weirdly so; it was as though she’d been on a trip and had come back unexpectedly early. I was happy to see her and we hugged and kissed and then we together continued emptying the dishwasher.

That’s when I woke up. I so wanted to go back to sleep and crawl back into the dream.

Still, that’s the first genuinely happy dream I can remember having for a long, long time.