Sometime in the wee hours of the night, last night, I was pleased to find myself in the esteemed company of both Albus Dumbledore and Gandalf the Grey. We were on a train, bulleting through the night, in a murky-blue-lit car rather reminiscent of Earl’s Court in Neverwhere. The three of us were formulating battle plans, as we were about to cross the border between Mississippi and Missouri, and once that happened we would be in very evil territory and a war would begin. (Apparently, we magically bypassed Arkansas somehow.) Sure enough, I looked out through the bleary train window when we crossed that border, and the terrain and the very air outside *shifted* somehow, and I could tell it was a very bad place indeed. I’m not sure if we won the pending war, or not, because I then found myself distracted by picking up a mountain of scarves that was suddenly all over the floor, to distribute to the theatre troupe that had taken up residence a few train cars behind us. I’m betting we won, as I am here to tell the tale.
Really, though, what IS it with the Neil Gaiman dreams lately?
It is Friday. I just finished a 5-hour layout nightmare on a brochure for work. NIGHTMARE. I have, thusly, deemed the remainder of the day Loaf Day, as I am now caught up. Streaming WWOZ on my phone, poking around cyberspace. This evening I have a meeting with Avistrum, and tomorrow I have a photoshoot project for the same company. It’s nice to know I’m still part of the crew, even though I have one foot out the door. Sunday, I anticipate art projects, and maybe the making of a voodoo jar. We shall see. Have a wonderful weekend, world.
Oh, and this morning it snowed…
…but now, the sun is a’shinin’ again.