12/16/06 7:19AM

Quick dream post…I was with the kids in the town of Elkhart Lake, except Elkhart Lake, in this case, was an idealized small town. The roads weren’t paved, they were tan clay, and the houses were small, spare, and well-kept. Everything seemed to revolve around one or two blocks…a lot of shade trees, what looked like an old gathering building, long and low. A house on the corner, playing slow Beethoven through speakers attached to the porch walls. The boys were with me, at least T, and I alternated between feeling extraordinarily calm and worried. I believe Elkhart Lake made an appearance, by the way, because of a mention in the newspaper last week.
I am as physically and emotionally tired as I can remember…more later.