Cold and windy today with stripes of bright blue sky between dark dark clouds - mountains are more of a smoke color than the dark blue they were earlier. 

Coming off a bad weekend emotionally, I had a bad night's sleep. I dreamt of the dead. In the first one, I was living in my old childhood home and my mom was upset because Abby, our little dog, was missing. I was out in the dark looking for her, wandering around the odd ghostly turns and alleys in my old, remembered neighborhood. The specifics of that landscape feature so strongly in my sleeping mind; I'm not sure why. I was one of those kids that practically lived outside and prowled all around and got into everything: into the woods behind abandoned or for sale houses, up on the equipment in construction sites, into backyards that I probably wasn't supposed to be going into. Anyway, I wandered all around looking and it was starting to get light in the dream when I remembered that Abby was dead, and had been for years. Then it was a string of other nebulous, unhappy dreams about my grandfather (dead) a rabbit (wouldn't die) and some kind of wolf (wanted to kill me.) I just finally got up and "went" to work. 

This should be a short week. On Friday, I'm going back to get some more of my sleeve filled in Virginia Beach. I think I should finish up the flowers and maybe even start the snake, but colors take longer than I ever expected, so we'll see.