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Last night was more stressful than it needed to be.

I slept for a long time, and dreamed about houses. I don't dream about the floods anymore, just enormous houses. It's interesting.

I'm packing my laundry basket and my sewing gear, and then I will get on the road to the Little House. I am in much need of some R&R, and I'll finally get to work on my costume pieces.

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It would be so much better if I hadn't forgotten the power cord for the damned sewing machine. Everyone says I need therapy to worry less, but look what happens when I do. Things get forgotten. It's a snowball. Ugh.

Things I saw on my drive:

- two B52s flying side by side, looping over a wide swath of the Hill Country
- a white jeep pulled over on the side of the highway, and people sitting in their lawn chairs on the grassy verge watching the traffic on I35
- a murder of vultures circling a hillside, in a giant black cloud

Some days when I drive out here I never want to go home again.