Last night, I attended a large, spread-out party in the apartment complex where Ivy lived, but not at her place. She & I had arrived together, but she'd gone to her place to change clothes. I went looking for her there when she didn't show again, and I found her sitting at a sewing machine off in the distance busily quilting, so I didn't want to disturb her. The complex had many small, outdoor hot tubs dotted about the place for use by the residents, one of them along a second-floor walkway a few steps from Ivy's back door. This pleased me a great deal.

Back in the party, Dawn and I chatted amiably and shared a grilled cheese sandwich. Bill wasn't there, because he was working his first day in a new job at a major high-end music instrument & equipment store. He was thrilled with the new job, Dawn said, and she was stoked for him.

I was supposed to take a photo of her with my phone-cam to be posted on the web for some job info page or similar, but I realized that my replacement phone didn't have bluetooth so I couldn't download it. (Yes, my dream featured a networking protocol. Just kill me now.) My boss showed up (ugh) and offered to take the photo with his crackberry and upload it someplace. I was art-directing the shot -- 3/4 face head & shoulders portrait, fwiw -- and being very particular about the angle at which Dawn was looking off to the left when the alarm rang.

So: Artwalk anticipation -- check. Guilt over dilatory response about resume edits -- check.