Rested

I dreamed about helping my husband paint a house. Maybe that's indicative of my desire to clean up this messy place where we live. I've been talking to my spouse about our keeping this house (we're only ten years from retirement) and selling it when we move back South, and he agrees that given the housing market, that may be what we have to do. I hate to move, and I do like this house. I'd like it even more if I could get it clean!

My younger sister has begun to look more like my dear Aunt Susie, who died in May 2007. Her eyes have that sunken look that Aunt Susie's had. It's probably the medication(s) my sister has to take that causes her face to be puffy, but she seemed happy. I wish both my sisters could get their teeth fixed. I look younger than they do because I can afford regular dental work.

I confess that I adored Sally's little puppy. Happy (dumb name) is about six weeks old and won't get a lot bigger than she is now. The photo is of Sally and Happy. I also saw a man with a Yorkie puppy at one of the rest stops on our way home, and my husband teased me about my suddenly wanting a dog. Nope. I watched Sally wipe up half a dozen puppy pee puddles while we were there at her house, and I know my success rate with housebreaking a dog is zero. Here in the frigid frozen land of Michigan, I don't even want to have to walk a dog or even put out a dog to do its business in four feet of snow.

Today I need to put together syllabi for the coming semester, so it's back to the grind. I'm really looking forward to the Justice in Literature course. That's something else I need to do: read the novels I'm going to assign! Ah, well. We'll all discover them together.