SItting waiting hoping

So, Scott... you called and everything sounds normal. Invited yourself over this weekend. My dream didn't cause discomfort-- awkwardness-- like I feared. Maybe it planted a seed... maybe it will just be forgotten. I invited you out tonight and you might come. I am going with you or without, but my choice would be with. I can deal with yes or no, but I hate waiting on an answer.

I am worried the fact that I said "I hope this isn't one of my prophetic dreams" will make you think I meant that I am not interested... but I meant the awkward/icky part. Do I explain that? Maybe. If it comes up.

Though it did turn out to be one of my prophetic dreams-- not that part (at least not yet!)-- and as always something completely mundane. After the car scene, I was hiking in the snow and a little girl was blowing bubbles right in my face. Today on my walk I turned a corner and ... BAM walked into a barrage of bubbles a little girl was blowing from her stoop.

Why do I have these dreams? Dreams that come true but seem to be of no consequence?

So I am skipping my workout tonight to see a band that I love that I didn't know was in town. I took a good, brisk 60 minute walk during lunch so I am not really behind, but I wanted to be ahead. And the band is playing in Ben's backyard. Not the kind of band he'd go see or the kind of club he would frequent, though. Will be hard not to take a side trip past his place. Well, I guess it will be easy to control that urge if Scott tags along. Call already!

Procrastinating work things. Why do I do that? Difficult tasks don't get easier the longer they sit. And once you do them, the anxiety disappears.

Wore my sandals on my walk and have blisters now. What was I thinking? I knew I should have changed to walking shoes. And I had to stop several times to dislodge pebbles.

Want a nap.