...

Listening to Lyle Lovett with the lights off -- lingering and lounging late into the night.

Last night I had a dream that a precious little boy I used to babysit got bit by a snake. He was slowly dying because we could not get him to the hospital in time; also, he was turning into a snake. Don't know why. I rocked him back and forth in my arms, crying, the both of us. I asked his mom if she wanted to say goodbye to him and she shook her head, saying, "No, you're the one he should be with until the end." I felt so privileged to witness his last breath. I've been considering working as a hospice nurse lately. Wonder if this dream means anything.

One in the morning. Won in the mourning.