Month: January 2017

Thought I had it all planned out for the monthly date night tomorrow. I really wanted to see The Arrival, the sitter is booked for 7:30, shortly after L’s bedtime. And then it turns out that not only is the subway f.cked this weekend, but every movie in this city either starts between 7 and 7:45, or between 9:50 and 10:30.
I will have to find something low key to do, but the pressure…

Also, realization that there will be only 11 of these left in 2017.

Yesterday, completely randomly, I realized that I can’t recall being in the middle of the sea, or an ocean – where I could not see any shores.

With one single exception – which left me terrified (but I thought it was because of giant waves).

Now thinking of how huge and immense and deep and terrifying the ocean is.

Actually dreamt that I was living in Grytviken, South Sandwich Islands. There were mines, and most of other 300 or so people there were miners. Brazilians and Argentinians, mostly. But I was a scientist? Or a teacher? Or a cafeteria worker? I don’t remember.
It was very cold inhospitable and remote.