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Dreams last night were abstract and colorless. It was like looking at cartoon drawings that had not been fully inked or rendered. Content seemed to be about something to do with work, but right now I'm not really clear on the details. I believe that there were people in the dreams, but everything was sketchy and vague.

I slept in this morning. The stillness with everyone gone from the main house, coupled with returning late from dancing, made for a lazy morning--and day as well. I've just been drifting back and forth doing "errands" with no real purpose in mind. Except for a chafing around my nostrils, the cold symptoms have abated and gone away.

I've been luxuriating in the sense of well being that has replaced the several weeks of illnesses. It is really nice. I've got to find a way, a path, to hold onto these sensations and states of being--the good ones.

L got a job offer, or will soon have one in hand. Good for her. So it will be her final month of freedom before she hits the wheel once again.

I keep telling myself that I need to formulate a plan--make plans for what I hope to do, to achieve. The countdown continues. Over 1,000 days have gone by since I began the counting. Over 6,000 still before me.

As I focus in on options, I clearly believe that I wish to start feeding content into a variety of places such as blogs and begin to create a presence for myself in the various remote media. I no longer feel like I can go to an office to work. I want to work from home and keep my physical commuting to a minimum.

Meeting with daughter next week (Monday) and possibly two people on Tues. Along with Feldenkrais class and dance class. See where it goes, but do so deliberately and with full attention and intention.

Wednesday team meeting with a full complement of members. Sushi uber alles.

Tonight is the QS's annual B&W ball. The gala marks the midpoint of the weekend's dance delights. Tomorrow will be the dancing wedding reception for E&D. That should just about saturate my dancing bone for the weekend, and possibly the entire week.

So with vague dreams I wrestle. Out of those dreams comes the ultimate clarity, the crystal visions that I need to spark my efforts. So let us wrap these musings for the day and melt into the shadows once again. Distant thunder makes a muted muffled sound. The discharge of energies complete, the night begins.