wormage

not exactly looking forward to tomorrow, but i don't feel like i'm being hauled off kicking and screaming. that's good, right?

things accomplished this weekend: changed turtle water; moved tadpole to larger quarters; did four loads of laundry (clean pants, hooray); helped with dinner 2x; invented edamame stir-fried w/minced portuguese sausage. terribly yummy. short-term goals still unmet (among others): unearth desk so i can put the drafting table/tray on it; fold all that laundry; check on finances.

last night's dream: i thought i had splinters in my fingers, but those black things turned out to be a strange breed of skinny black earthworm which became life-size when i finally got them out. my interpretation: i need to take care of a lot of stuff. lots of things that get buried, lost in the shuffle. and when i finally get around to taking care of them, they are in retrospect much more significant than they seemed while i was busy burying them and being in denial of all the ways they're piling up.