To be honest, I'm a little teary this morning, probably just a reaction to finally coming down to earth from my trip to Spain. I was dreaming about Jessie Coiraton before I woke up. I certainly don't know why. I lived with Jess, an American in France, and her family, for a year at age 17. In the dream, she was guiding me around a school or other public building, crowded and under construction, but really she was teaching me about being a writer. I wonder if she left any unpublished manuscripts when she died 10 years ago. I was not sad in the dream, but I woke regretting that I did not stay in touch with her after my year there. I'm sure there are many other relationships that I could have gained a lot from, but have let down.

I was bored at work yesterday. There are probably big things I can tackle, but the daily details are pretty much caught up for the moment. I wore my black suit because i was expecting to go to a kickoff breakfast for a fund-raising campaign. Courtney called me, though, and said I didn't need to come. So that was a let down. And then I was planning to leave about 3 or 3:30 and go shopping with Janna, but she got caught up in something and couldn't go.

Ray and I came home and made dinner and watched TV. I was out like a light by 9:30 and slept until almost 6. It is cool this morning, but not as much as yesterday.

Captain called from Seattle. They are fine and had a relatively easy trip, except that they made him check the rolling suitcase that I successfully carried on to and from Spain. They only saw the ground once on their flight across country; it was cloudy everywhere yesterday, so there may be more rain coming our way.