better

I came home from dropping Babe off at preschool, ate breakfast (I cook my oatmeal veeeeeery slowly, and no, it's not steel cut oats) which was very yummy, then went to bed, set the alarm and lay down. I'm not sure how much sleep I actually got, as I kept having to force my mind away from certain issues. I don't know how much of that took place awake and how much took place asleep. I was very drowsy and loath to get up when the alarm did go off.

So that was good.

I picked Babe up, and he was talking about having a playdate with a friend (!) from class. The teacher said that the friend left class crying today because he wanted the playdate so much, so, after we got home and settled, I called the friend's mom and we set up a playdate! She was happy I called because Friend was so upset, and wanted it so much.

So that was also good.

And before all this, I had an odd dream involving Ray from Due South (David Marciano) and Fraser and Ray's sister and a really, really cool apartment building and intrigue and cross-dressing (Ray looked odd in a wig, though the dress suited him) and a horse and mountain (fun) slides and... Yeah.

( Beauty comes in unexpected forms )

And, as I woke, I found an answer to one of my many questions.

Which was very good.

She says it better than I can.

( Health care deform )

worse

My mood has turned, quite viciously.

If Babe doesn't pick up his stuff, like he's been told to (he was warned last night), everything that's on the floor is getting given away.

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.