I had a dream last night that I was at Disneyland with a bunch of my friends from New York City. We were arguing over which rides to go on. I remember Thunder Mountain and Pirates of the Caribbean were deemed "not scary enough." My reply was "we're at Disneyland -- none of the rides are scary." It was a very bizarre dream. Toward the end I had to say goodbye to everyone, and some people stalked off without even a wave.
Such is my life these days.
The night before I dreamed I was still in NYC and still packing my entire life. It was two days before I left and everyone really wanted to throw me a party. They didn't seem to get it that I didn't have time for a party -- I had too much packing to do. Ah the joy of anxiety dreams!
Wyoming is beautiful. I have been helping my dad bake Christmas cookies, shoveling the 12+ inches of snow that fell, and reading in front of the fire. I haven't had a lot of time for reading lately, so it's been nice. I finally got around to The Story of Edgar Sawtelle which has been on my to-read list since mid-June. I read 576 pages in less than three days so it must have been good. Time to find another book to read from my parents' shelves.
I awoke this morning to a welcome email from Apple. It's a nice presentation of what to expect my first week of work. It made me laugh, and gave me warm-fuzzies about the world I'll be joining in the new year.
Today's activities include wrapping gifts, baking more Christmas cookies, and taking my father holiday shopping. I'm enjoying my downtime ... if only the anxiety dreams about NYC would go away.
Wishing everyone I know a wonderful holiday season!