Oranges in winter

We gorge ourselves on clementines. I like the name.

I dreamed about being in a romantic kind funny relationship with my surgeon. He is quite a bit older then me btw. I had come out of surgery saying the names of NPR correspondents and had the nurses laughing. He kept me in his private room at the hospital. There was a pain monitor, he could see when the pain spiked. I wanted him to lay with me, he was really nice. Did I mention that? And completely smitten and I was too. Both grateful for each other.

It was a good dream to wake up from. My slow dog was staring into my eyes when I opened them. She is not right, its not her fault. Probably cut off from oxygen in the womb or some such. My son claimed her when she was a pup.

He contends that she is athletic and yes she does go down the slide on my sons back but I have also seen the dog run straight for the blades of a lawn mower and also attempt to drown herself.

Repeatedly.

A slick ride out to my Moms to drop off my girl. My dog sat on my lap and I navigated the slushy or slick roads while listening to "A Prairie Home Companion." I love Garrison Keillor. We got to see them live a few years ago and I enjoyed the experience.

Im going to eat some Amy's black bean chili, take some dayquil and get in bed. I have a few hours to rest before getting my daughter from my Moms. By that time the slush will have had time to freeze and it will be dark.

Let me also say the house smells really good. The tree, the candles, the nag champa.

A prayer for me and for you that 2010 is bigger and better.