Last night I dreamt that I ran into an old friend, who’s important to me.. And it turned out he was sharing a dorm/apartment for the summer with Barrack Obama. It was surprising and amazing even in the dream, but in the dream it was real and true. But all of it was so pleasant and hopeful and good that even in the dream when I was going to bed for the eve, I knew that upon waking I would think it had been a dream, whether or not it had. It was a very good dream.
I haven’t been writing here much. It isn’t for lack of things to say, tho perhaps much of it is uncertainty of what to say/share/emphasize. The usual
(Last) debate tonight. Much to get done all around.