pie

I dreamed about a river of cloudy water, and red ibises with purple tails, and being frightened, clinging to a pillar and not knowing what was in the water.

Needless to say, we did not sleep well. Except for Gene, who slept til noon and is skipping classes to read on the porch in the sunshine. Melynda came home early from work to go back to bed, as she's feverish. So Gene and I read, drink soda and the weather is nice enough that I want to sit on the porch railing to smoke.

More work today. Strange how short the weekends feel again. Working on Friday nights might contribute to that too.

I've made a pie, mint chocolate in a graham cracker crust.