of stuff to pack. As I walk around the house, or wake up at night with a start, I think of things I want to put in the car Thursday. So, I've started a list on a pad in the kitchen. And um... it's getting full. Not everything can make the cut, becuase I'm NOT pulling a trailer this time. Last time I pulled a U-Haul behind my pickup through Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and ugh. Never again.
Be ruthless. Not everything can go.
I dreamed last night about falling. Falling, falling, falling. First over a cliff in my black pickup, where I just got out and grabbed a branch before the truck fell hundreds of feet. Then, out of a treehouse that crumbled beneath me. Aaaaaaaaah! What does it mean?
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