I slept fitfully last night, waking up what felt like every 10 minutes. Something mechanical beeped. The dryer? Nick was cleaning up Legos (thoughtful but it was so loud--was this angry Lego tidying?). Thea needed water. Then she had a bad dream. In between all the waking I’d been having bad, or at least weird, dreams, too. In one Daveed Diggs as Thomas Jefferson danced across the stage in an empty school auditorium singing “you don’t have the votes” presumably to--Trump? The Senate Republicans? Then I was at a literary festival (I know, other people’s dreams are mostly boring) and it was late and my literary agent was there and I booked a flight home from New Orleans but had to drive through Sedona where my car spun out on black ice at a truck stop. No one was wearing a mask and I was letting Thea sleep in the front seat and we missed our flight and instead found ourselves chaperoning a high school field trip with no way to get home or tell Nick and Simon where we were.
2020 Dreams
2020 Dreams
2020 Dreams
I slept fitfully last night, waking up what felt like every 10 minutes. Something mechanical beeped. The dryer? Nick was cleaning up Legos (thoughtful but it was so loud--was this angry Lego tidying?). Thea needed water. Then she had a bad dream. In between all the waking I’d been having bad, or at least weird, dreams, too. In one Daveed Diggs as Thomas Jefferson danced across the stage in an empty school auditorium singing “you don’t have the votes” presumably to--Trump? The Senate Republicans? Then I was at a literary festival (I know, other people’s dreams are mostly boring) and it was late and my literary agent was there and I booked a flight home from New Orleans but had to drive through Sedona where my car spun out on black ice at a truck stop. No one was wearing a mask and I was letting Thea sleep in the front seat and we missed our flight and instead found ourselves chaperoning a high school field trip with no way to get home or tell Nick and Simon where we were.