Last night marked the start of the eight day Festival of Lights. The quarter Jewish that’s in me was craving potato pancakes all day.
I still can’t get over the fact its not -20 outside. Apparently the wind really picked up when we left, so it seems that we got out at just the right time. We were going to go to Mammoth on the weekend, but I don’t want to see snow until I have to, so the second option of Phoenix sounds much more appealing. Oh, its raining out now. Lovely, warm rain! Huzzah!
I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was meeting a friend for dinner, and when I got up to leave the table I left my glasses and when I returned they had broken the arms off and crushed the lenses. When I asked why, they fled. Really unsettling, and made me feel like I was in Lord of the Flies or something.
Had any interesting dreams as of late?