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!


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