I have been so exhausted lately. Feels like I am walking through mud. But I finally got some good sleep the other night, and had this dream:
I was at a children's touch football game. I was cheering for the team that was playing against the team Ward Churchill was playing for. Every time Mr. Churchill would get the ball taken away or his flags would get pulled as he ran the ball, he would jump up and down and pitch a little boy fit. I found this amusing, and not the slightest bit surprising, in spite of the fact that his 10-12 year old teammates seemed to be able to keep their emotions in check.
As I was enjoying the game, my newly adult aged daughter came up and sat next to me.
"Here you go, Mom. There's that list I was telling you about."
"List?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, the list. The list of all the things I don't like about you. For convenience, I alphabetized and categorized it for you."
I gotta tell you...I think I liked my Hillary Clinton dream a lot better.