A good day

Today was a good day. I finished applying the second coat of stain to the pieces of the new bookshelf I'm building; that's all the staining that needed to be done. It's not a professional job, of course, but it looks fine. I'll let the pieces dry for a few days, maybe a week, and then put the whole thing together. It'll be great to be able to alphabetize and shelve all our movies!

I'll work on more shelves soon, if possible. I've heard that the price of wood has gone way up, but we'll see.

I also barbecued, and the burgers and hot dogs came out great. My technique has continued to improve. The burgers are smaller now (intentionally), but tender and juicy. Tonight I had Sebastian help by making the fries and some onion rings. I need to get him moving on learning to drive.

All in all I'm feeling good. Hopeful. For the first time in a long while.

Dream

The night before last I dreamed once again that I was in a huge house looking into getting an apartment. The place had been drastically modified to add a lot of new apartment spaces. Some weren't much more than plexiglass cubes sticking outside from a wall. Others were whole small houses built inside enormous rooms, some of which seemed to be outdoors somehow.

Once again I spotted my old friend Virgil among the people who were wandering around looking at apartments. I managed to catch up with him, and he admitted that he'd faked his death. I wish that were true.