Your words seem so easily forgotten.

I was sick yesterday, and my dinner left me for the toilet, which made me rather irritated. I mean, it was pretty much the only meal I had yesterday, so it should have understood how much I needed it, right? Today, my meals did not abandon me, but my body heat did. I was freezing, wearing a turtleneck and two sweaters despite it being a fairly pleasant fall day outside.

Also yesterday (but a happy part of past hours), I was attacked by monster globs of rain. Walking in the deceptive sunshine to the library, I felt a number of drops hit me, and as I looked up in surprise ... it began to pour. I was sufficiently amused by this completely random rain to explain to the librarians what was happening with a huge grin on my face ... I smiled and waved at everyone as I tralala-ed home, soaking wet, through the unexpected storm.

I remember a little bit of the dream I had last night ... somehow, I had a young, handsome son (did I adopt him ...? I can't recall), and we lived by ourselves in an old house with silver taps and dark wood slat-blinds that slid up and down over the small windows. At one point, when I was coming home from the train, he was standing by the outdoor stairwell with a garden hose in his hand, beckoning me to the backyard. I don't know why.

I awoke, soaked in sweat.