Sunday, November 10, 2002
Home, Home Again
I was in the bedroom getting dressed and Stan popped in to get a CD to take with him while he ran errands and gassed up the car before our trip tomorrow. He grabbed "Dark Side of the Moon" and looked back at me and sort of grinned and cringed simultaneously. I'm not sure what the cringe meant, perhaps it was saying, "yes, I know I just listened to this the other day..."
I followed him out to the kitchen.
"It's good to know that my recent interest in Pink Floyd hasn't adversely affected the way you feel about them," I said.
"No, it's a good thing actually," he said, "it's hard to explain, but it's like a feeling of...Home."
"Yes, it is Home. We're Home."
Posted by Ann on 11/10/02@04:30 PM CST ..::Link::..
DREAM - Cat problem
Caligula was jumping up on a window in the living room, knocking plants and venetian blinds down in the process.
I know there was more, but I forgot them after I woke up.