More, more, more
Two nights ago: asked to return to Pentacle to work. Did so. Very different place with 6 or 10 desks all in one place. Messy. Someone comes up to me and asks, "So why were you chosen to come back?" in an officious tone. I respond, "Maybe you'd like to see my list of tasks." I look for it but can't find it. People keep coming in and asking why I'm there, as if it's my fault.
One night ago: Mom and Dad are moving into an exciting old house. One room is just boards - no walls, but it looks neat. I like the place a lot. Kids are around, and suddenly some animals - a hummingbird and a dog? - come and lead me to someplace important, I can't remember what they were leading me to. Later the kids get me to tell the story about it and everyone gathers around, rapt. The animal experience seems rather magical.
This morning:
At my parents' house. We're trying to clean up the mess in their huge house because there's supposed to be a big dinner. A great big table has been set. I'm trying to get ready but because I have to do so much I remain in my bathrobe the entire time (analogy for my current messy house, etc). Mommom is around and is acting pretty odd. I think the estranged Delaware parts of the family are coming so this dinner should be very interesting.