Have I mentioned yet how much I really love my job? I can’t get over how very much better it is than my previous one! One of the major contributors to this fact is that I get more interaction with people–and people my own age, too! Most of my interaction before was over the phone, and while I am glad that I had the opportunity to learn phone skills–don’t laugh, you’d be surprised how many people have no phone skills, and how much more confident I am now that I do–I thrive on this face-to-face stuff. It’s nifty.
Milo is coming over tomorrow at about 9:30 to use the computer, so perhaps he will wake me up. He’ll be moving back in sometime before the end of the month, I think. That’s cool. Something he did just made me really happy the other night; I got off the phone with him and couldn’t stop smiling. I won’t detail it, but…it was nice.
A few nights ago I had a dream that I was in England with the Beatles…all four of them…and we were walking somewhere…. The details aren’t really clear anymore; all I know is we were going somewhere, and we had decided to walk, and we were going in a certain direction, when John insisted we go a different way. He and Paul argued for quite a while, before John just started walking, so the other three all just followed him, assuming, I suppose, that he must know where he was going (and I guess Paul just decided not to bother arguing any longer)….
Anyway, so they were crossing a street, and suddenly something told me I ought to take a picture, because this was a momentous occasion.
…The street was Abbey Road….
Again I find myself asking myself…how the devil do I dream stuff like this!? This was different–not very detailed–but I didn’t know how it was going to end, and the ending still made some bit of sense. I don’t know. Dreams are so strange.