Sunday, January 30, 2011
I dreamed that I was floating while rain fell on a tin roof above my head. When I awoke rain was strumming the tile roof and splashing in puddles outside my window. How beautiful that must sound in Oliver's loft. The ceiling is so low, he can't even stand up to get dressed, that it must feel as if the rain is vibrating against your skin. But, we are inside dry and cozy. Oliver and Molly are off the see The Wizard of Oz with aunt Claudia this afternoon leaving Michael and I to ourselves. Do we use this time to work or walk in the rain?