It is one of those mornings. None of my thoughts seem to be cohesive. I was having a strange dream when I woke up. You know how dreams can be. They seem so intense. You might remember who is in the dream and some elements of the dream, but the primary message drifts away like wispy clouds.
I tried to relate my dream to my husband over coffee. I cannot blame him for his half-hearted attempt to listen as my detailed account of the dream sounded like so much gobbledygook. Hubby was there, and there was a soccer ball, wait, no two soccer balls. One was in the mud. I was rushing to reach it first. We were at my grandmother’s house. There were a lot of people, but someone hid something… See? Gobbledygook. I still cannot remember the entire dream but for some reason, my mind does not want to let it go.
Kindle tells me I have read 62% of The Midnight Library. Yesterday I began to lose enthusiasm for the story. I am hoping it is a momentary lull. I thought perhaps all the prattle in my brain was getting in the way so I stopped reading. I will take it up again today. I really want to like this book, but only time will tell.
We have the possibility of some snow overnight tonight. That would be nice considering the predictions are for very little accumulation. We have had almost 3 inches of rain in the last two days and it has been warm! The temperatures will need to drop dramatically for this rain to turn to snow. The kid in me is hoping nonetheless.
Written as part of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan.
Prompt word today (gobbledygook) submitted by Dan from No Facilities.