Dream Log

Not quite a dream, I suppose. I'd awakened at around 4:30, and thought, "oh, she's at the airport now, waiting for her plane home, and then went back to sleep.

A few hours later, I was on the fringes of sleep, working my way to the waking world. I heard a noise, a familiar noise, and, just for a few seconds, it was like every other morning, and quelonzia was sitting down to her computer to check her mail.

It was just the rain, and the wind.

It wasn't like every other morning. This is my last morning here, in this house. This is my last morning here, in our bed.

And she's still in the air, still winging her way back from the Philippines.

But not back to me.

I'll be gone before she gets here.

That's what she asked.

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A familiar noise
"Oh, she's at her computer."
But it's just the rain.

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Dream Log

Not quite a dream, I suppose. I'd awakened at around 4:30, and thought, "oh, she's at the airport now, waiting for her plane home, and then went back to sleep.

A few hours later, I was on the fringes of sleep, working my way to the waking world. I heard a noise, a familiar noise, and, just for a few seconds, it was like every other morning, and quelonzia was sitting down to her computer to check her mail.

It was just the rain, and the wind.

It wasn't like every other morning. This is my last morning here, in this house. This is my last morning here, in our bed.

And she's still in the air, still winging her way back from the Philippines.

But not back to me.

I'll be gone before she gets here.

That's what she asked.

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A familiar noise
"Oh, she's at her computer."
But it's just the rain.

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Time to shut down.

I've saved the computer for the last load -- though I may have to do a catch-up load if there are more bits and bytes that won't fit in the station wagon.

I don't know how long it'll take me to get set up and hooked up to the net at thoughtsdriftby's place; the laptop has wireless, thank goodness, so that won't be as tricky.

Fire of my Heart ... what can I say? Call me when you get in.

I love you, Terry.

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Time to shut down.

I've saved the computer for the last load -- though I may have to do a catch-up load if there are more bits and bytes that won't fit in the station wagon.

I don't know how long it'll take me to get set up and hooked up to the net at thoughtsdriftby's place; the laptop has wireless, thank goodness, so that won't be as tricky.

Fire of my Heart ... what can I say? Call me when you get in.

I love you, Terry.

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