and I had many quotable lines last night that unfortunately I can't remember. What I do remember is that we sat out on the porch for a long time drinking bourbon and having lovely conversation, as is our pre-sleep tradition.
In the rain. With lots of lightning off in the distance. It was lovely.
To be truthful, when the rain started to get heavy, plumtreeblossom
did go inside and get an umbrella. I think we were out there for a half hour, with her holding the umbrella over us. It was a magical time.
Then I slept well and long (and this morning I feel almost completely over whatever little ick I've had lately). I had an odd dream about plumtreeblossom
and I getting back into the UN-administered camp where we'd been living (it didn't feel like a refugee camp, more like a bustling little developed-world city, but it was small and it was under UN administration; the staff were francophone, although most of them spoke good English too) after having been away. plumtreeblossom
thought she couldn't find her passport, but she had an expired one, but it turned out that the one she thought was expired wasn't. She was talking all the UN staff involved in checking our passports into joining her community theater project. Nifty dream!