Mortaine’s Blog

I dreamed that John and I got married again (to each other). It was sweet, even though there was a creepy Mexican guy decorating our car who kept looking at me while I was changing.

The bookstore idea keeps coming back to me. I don’t know how or if I could do it alone. I think a partner would be better, but…. how to cope with giving up control? And who could I work with that closely on such a venture?

It’s been suggested that I work at a bookstore this winter on weekends to see what it’s like. I could do that, though I’d be pretty wiped out without a day off every week.

GWB was within spitting distance of my mom’s house yesterday (he was in Liberty, Missouri, lying to voters about the Medicare drug card). I think she went out to spit for me.

My back hurts today, and last night I was *again* too tired to workout. I wonder if my back is ever going to get better.