Dreams

I've always had this odd tendency toward nightmares around the times the seasons change. Winter to spring, fall to winter, my sleep is unpleasant and filled with nightmarish images. Just woke from a dream in which I was (again) trying to teach myself guitar. Not a nightmare, but I just don't need the pressure. My brain hates me.

Have to go and do a speaking engagement that I don't want to do this morning. As I groused about it yesterday, the primary enticement I was offered was that there would be coffee and donuts beforehand. If you could see me you would know that, while not as svelte as I'd like to be, donuts are not my primary motivator in life. Why do people say things like that?

Okay, time to get back to that guitar dream.