I read a few of the older entries in this blog last night because I was bored and kind of drunk and it was strange. It feels like I was a better writer back then - more articulate, and more of myself came through. Sure, some of it was dumb stuff (I sure still write dumb stuff) but the level of detail and richness of it seemed different from now, when half the time I'm just talking about my stupid crows. Still, it gave me again a feeling about how much writing this thing is important to me. Having a record of myself at, say, 2015 that feels so different from just ...oh no, that was actually 7 years ago?! But I also think I've written the same stories in here literally dozens of times. It'd be funny and probably a little sad to go back and see how those things subtly shifted over the years. 

I had one of my "I still work at the coffee shop" dreams last night. I love them so much. I always think if I ever really lost my footing, I'd go back and do that again. In the dream, I'm just doing a normal shift: making people tea, restocking things from the back, wiping counters, being nice and cheerful. This one had a weird, bad twist at the end where my mom came into the coffee shop and told me that my dad had died. I'm sure it's because I was just up seeing them, and there are bad family health things going on. (That for once, don't actually impact my dad, but still.) 

Well, speaking of that, it was actually a nice visit. We were sitting out by the fire and distantly, a big pile of emergency vehicles were going somewhere, making the typical racket. Just like domestic dogs will sometimes do, the coyotes heard them and started answering, but in their wild, beautiful, terrifying coyote voices. They were just across the creek. I loved hearing them, but then, it did upset the dogs. Sven acting like the big man about it as if I didn't watch him completely flatten himself to the ground in terror that time they buzzed our campsite at Elkhorn. 

I have a little bit of a headache today because I boiled myself like a human potato in the hot tub after getting back yesterday and didn't drink any water. (Surely it's because of that, and not because of the aforementioned "kinda drunk." No, I really wasn't that bad.) But! I'm really excited to hit my run. Probably it's warm enough that I can break out the shorts.