Last night I dreamed….

But not of Manderley.
I dreamed I was moving to Florida with my ex-husband–and we’d be crossing the country on his motorcyle, no less.  He wanted me to leave my dog and cats behind–and to be fair, Rick is a mellow guy these days, and an animal lover to boot.  (We’ve been divorced since 1987 and he’s married to a wonderful woman named Kathy.)  Bottomline, he’d never expect me or anyone else to abandon a beloved pet.  Needless to say, my dream self refused.
Boy, was I glad to wake up–even if it WAS four o’clock in the morning! 
Excellent writing day today–have I mentioned that I’m already madly in love with “The Marriage Pact”?  🙂  I was up at 4 today, as usual on a writing day, and I went to my office immediately.  Even so, I was still writing at 2:30 this afternoon.  I just don’t seem to do things as fast as I used to, when I was younger.  But I like to think I’m more thorough now, doing a better job.  I am VERY conscious of my readers, of giving all of you the story you’re hoping for.
My quilting adventure continues, along with the renovations on the house.  🙂  Things are never dull around here, I promise you.
Sometimes, the prospect of a little dullness seems to have its merits, but the truth is, like many right-brained people, I thrive on chaos.  I NEED change, need to think on my feet and improvise.  It’s just the way I am.
Go figure.