Wow. What a weird morning. I was in an emotional funk that I just couldn't break out of - hence that earlier post. Maybe it was not meeting Maya Angelou last night (maybe tonight after her talk..) ... maybe it was the stupid dreams about George and I being together and then me seeing him with someone else. Or the stupid dreams where I approached him sexually and he rejected me, or the stupid dreams where EVERY guy I approached sexually or otherwise rejected me. Meh. Everyone at work was in some strange kind of funk, too. It was positively surreal. Eventually, thankfully, it passed.

I have tomorrow and Friday off to hit the packing horse hard. Moving day is Saturday.