Last night, Q and I shot some hoops. Wow--I feel like a teenager again, although also weaker than when I was a teenager--I airballed a three-point shot in front of some students to my embarrassment. And Q and Blaze played some hide-and-go-seek in the athletic center. This made me want to join my mail colleagues for their lunchtime basketball--but my fitness level is walking and not running up and down a court, so that's unreasonable.
On the long journey to the gym (a stalled train blocked all but one of our town's roads), the boys were talking a lot about dreams. Blaze mentioned that he has dreamed that he lost me (at an arcade) and then found me. Q: "Oh I've had that dream a lot." (Q's at a farmer's market.) Both boys said that the dream ends with them finding me and giving me a big hug. I'm crying--I must not be a total failure of a mother if they want to find me in their dreams!
Yesterday I worked for part of the day in Francisco's building because our floor is have a huge problem with heat. My heat is working at the moment, but yesterday it was out.
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