God, my brain is so cliché sometimes. Last night, the dream conversation was literally set on a stairway. As in the saying "stairway conversations" or l'esprit de l'escalier - as in, things you meant to say but only came up with later. Still, the feeling has stayed with me all day and created a strange mood: a mellow, strangely calming presence. The last few weeks I feel so keyed in. 

Timely, as work has been atrocious this week. I resolved to find something new when I was in a fury about it last night, but this morning, of course, my lead and PMs have been very placating. I just need a break from it, a long weekend or something. Maybe I'll take Monday off as a personal day or something. 

It was one of those cool, rainy mornings where the Morning Glory stay blooming well past the usual time of day. Supposedly, the weather is going to become cool and sublime this weekend. Maybe I'll even get out and hike. I want to go to the farmer's market and buy a big cup of lemonade with ice and wear a straw hat and a skirt and drink it down until it's bitter and watery.