I might have known that there was a full moon last night. It took me the longest time to go to sleep even after taking Tylenol PM.

I've had some really bizarre dreams lately. I dreamed one night that I was with Marian's family but it was a lot larger and it wasn't her house. The paradox was dressed in a gold and black smoking jacket. He was supposed to be dressed like Groucho Marx. I have no idea why that is. Don't ask.

Last night's dream is kind of fuzzy. I don't remember much except that my cats were involved.

I awoke to a nose bleed. I have a sinus infection. Typical for this time of year. Doesn't help that I've got the bedroom window open with a fan in it. What can I say? Hot flashes are a bitch.

I pray that today will go smoothly. My assistants were pretty pissed off at me yesterday. They were reprimanded I'm sure.

Well, here I am 10 hours later and I can tell you that the reception in my room was ice cold. Jennifer apparently did not like being rated anything less than superior. But I've never rated anyone as superior. There is always room for improvement. No one's perfect.

She pretty much treated me like I had the plague. I stuck to Daniel and Taylor because I did have something to prove. I can handle them when someone's not coming behind me and trying to do it for me. I just don't jump on them as soon as the look at me the wrong way. I give them a little leaway.

Kristopher's brother came to school in tears today. I knew the minute DCS called them to set up an appointment that the parents would blame poor Korbin. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's hard to be the sibling of a disabled child especially if the parents aren't mature enough to handle it.

It was a long tension filled day. I wanted so much to cry but I was determined to hold it together. I will not let these people get break me. I've been through so much worse.

I had a synchronistic moment this morning when I received my e-quiet moment from the Catholic Digest. It was my old pal, Tom. I guess I need to get back to his books.

Your Daily E-Quiet Moment

Wednesday, April 23

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the
reflection of ourselves we find in them.


THOMAS MERTON
American Trappist monk and writer, 20th century


Getting this prompted me to rent The Celestine Prophesies again.