I was living in a mountain town & working as the local librarian there. The dream has nothing to do with that job, but it was part of the situation. I was returning to work from somewhere, at some point during the middle of the day. As I approached a big open intersection -- maybe a cul de sac of some kind -- I saw a group of local brothers. All were middle aged, with long, stringy greying hair, and all were similarly overweight, about normal for men their age. They were standing around a car sort of joshing around, and one had a football which he pulled back to throw. His brother got ready to catch, but at the last minute, the first one couldn't bring himself to let go of the ball, so he tucked it away and started to try to run off with it. They all rolled their eyes at having to deal with him again -- he was the wrong 'un and not quite all there, frequently in a petulant but still mostly good-natured way. But they all felt compelled to get his behavior organized so the game could go on, but he just couldn't make himself give up the ball, so they grouped around and started trying to pull it away, while he shuffled and twisted, trying to keep it. It was about to go from playful to cranky & frustrated when I woke up.

I'm pretty happy with the results of my shirt-making adventure.

Striped skunks breed from February through March. . . . In late April and May, females . . . give birth to four to five young

My quest for the perfect ginger-bourbon cocktail remains unfulfilled.

I sent this message to my U.S. Senators, as well as the neglibible person who succeeded Pat Schroeder to represent my district in the House.

So I woke up from this LONG elaborate Burning Man dream. It was late spring, going into summer, IOW time to get the annual plan going and commence building stuff. Ivy and I were camping out in this vast backyard of some house someplace, and other groups were camped around the area. People were clumped together but circulating around, so it was almost a single campsite but not quite. And every single group was getting organized to build an art car.

The desire of love is to give . . .