Saturday, February 04, 2006

I just had a dream about missing a train somewhere East of Chicago, because I lost my cat on the way to the West Coast. Actually I left my cat on the train as I was changing trains because I had too much baggage, including eight shoeboxes, and the cat was deaf, so he didn't hear me when I called (he used to come when I called). I've had recurrent travel dreams lately. I wake up tired, and having gone nowhere. Maybe.


The art for the day is: the art of packing light.

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