That is how I am coming to think of the initial set-out of travelling. Sudden overwhelming need for my house, my cats, my furniture, even my bedspread. All the clutter life brings about you, but which you don’t usually think about.
A dream around suppertime: My son has had friends over (the ones in the dream not his real friends — random dream-people), and one of them has gone to the trouble of filling the white walls with his boot-prints. Various dream-scenes of me furious at him, at his unreal friend, at his unreal friend’s unreal parents who live in a house that reminds me of my aunt and uncle’s house next door to where I grew up.
Watch the nice “Avengers” show. This evening, Steed and Mrs. Gale are searching for a missing albino elephant named Snowy. Just watch the show, dear.
white pebble 