There are honeybees all over the tattered remains of my garden. I guess they're fueling up while they can for one last seasonal hurrah. It was a beautiful morning - all wet and foggy, with the colors in the trees very, very bright. A good day for running, too. I think I'm slightly faster now that the temperatures have dropped. It feels good, though my legs are sore. 

Since Spain, I've been having the most intense dreams. They feel so textured and realistic, even moreso than usual. I dreamt about running into someone by a creek and it wasn't just how real the creek is, the way the light plays on it, the rocks below the clear water and the dappled way they look, it was the aspects of the presence of the person - the feeling of a shirt, a smell, a particular unique way of feeling around them. That's a simple example of what I mean, but it is striking. It has such a lingering effect.

I'm bad today and just playing around with my stories instead of accomplishing much. I should at least get something done around the house if I don't want to be good at work, but I'm not doing that either.