Twitching and Kvetching
I'm on my second cup of decaf and I'm restless. The skies are grey and despite the calendar announcing that we're nearly there, nearly to summer, I'm wearing a sweatshirt and my bare feet are frozen.
My brother and sister-in-law are on their way to the hospital this morning. They'll hopefully be meeting their son today - and we'll all know if they've made another redhead.
I love my hair color - this dark brown works well on my head. But last night, I dreamed I was a coppery redhead, and it looked awesome. I also dreamed that when I looked in my husband's mouth I could see his skull, and that I went to an empty field to watch fireworks. Alone. My psyche is working through some garbage, I assume. And I'm staying a brunette.