My dreams have been rather twisted lately, something that tends to happen when I immerse myself in places other than reality. I've spent the better part of this weekend in Elizabethan England and as a result, Queen Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley have invaded my dreams. I'm pretty sure that Sir Francis Drake was a student of mine last night and somewhere in the midst of the dream-like confusion, I think I was giving a pep talk to Fanny Price of Mansfield Park (as dreams tend to do, I skipped a few centuries without giving it a second thought). Anyway, this is what happens when I have one too many lattes and spend too much time with PBS on Netflix.
Happy Labor Day To Me.
(And to you, too, of course. May your grill be hot, your feet propped up, and your pajamas still on).
Bring on the fall!
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Hope your day was exactly what you wanted it to be, and maybe you took a small nap, without dreams!
HOPE you had a glorious day.
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