Therapy

Hard night, multiple dreams of long, involved errands, all pointless and unaccomplishable. But Moby got to run up and down a long, long, long hallways in one dream. At one point I was carrying a horn through a building, up and down stairs because a large stage in the center prevented staying on the same floor, construction and performers littered the halls. Couldn't find several old acquaintances, only a crazy woman trying to get used garden hoses delivered. Coats were delivered from the dry cleaner, as they took other items back. I rearranged my childhood bedroom properly, my mother got angry, but I rebuked her - as it was no longer her house and I'd bought it myself. The old school friend of D who once made of nuisance of herself here spotted me at TJ's, and wanted to come see the house.


Head and neck aching through the night. Moby came and purred, kneading near my shoulder, settled down beside my hip, and I laid a hand on him. He nestled and rolled to his back. Woke sore and foggy, working on everything. Warm gusty winds ruffling the roof.

Small mystery solved, about why Eli, Ely is connected to Yale University, at least as far as crossword compilers are concerned. Elihu Yale, quite a character.

Considering my mother's complaints about "grudges." Why did she never consider the person might have a legitimate reason for simply not liking the other? That not forgiving someone who isn't sorry, and never asked forgiveness, may not be quite the same as "holding a grudge?"

Going to spend some time with self acupuncture this morning, after a hot bath, along with the massager.