Quick, melatonin-influenced dream. I lived in a Chicago high-rise, and I couldn’t figure out where to park my car although I assumed the place had free parking for residents. I had to get to Northeastern for a class (taking or teaching, not sure) but I had time to kill, I guess, so I was meeting James for dinner at a nearby Mexican restaurant. Rain was falling and I was considering getting rid of my car since I couldn’t figure out the parking issue and I thought walking would be good for me. My apartment was tiny and glass-walled, exactly the kind I hated. You know I’m afraid of heights. The restaurant was similar to one from a dream a few weeks back in which I lived in Hyde Park, but that’s a different dream, let me stick with this one, and in this dream the restaurants was long, a series of small rooms, and I sat in one and waited for James while listening to a non-existent Tom Waits record.

Back to the real world. Snow this morning. Can’t handle the gym, but I don’t want to falter. More later.