When life throws you curve balls, swing for the fence. Ugh. That is all. Ugh. On a positive note I did sleep well enough and deep enough to have a dream once again, the third dream I have had in two years. This time my banker and I were trying to get a 1970s Cadillac (without an engine) home from Campbell River. And we were out there on our motorcycles. Complicated. Like my life. So ugh.
Just for the record, my previous dream was that I was sitting in Michael Ignatieff’s grand ranch house living-room marveling at the view of the mountains.