I awake and am already overwhelmed and exhausted by early morning dreams. Like a traffic jam, images and thoughts and feelings crowd my head. Oh, its another day and I am less than thrilled. Quickly, I sit up so I won’t fall back asleep and into the dream. Shaking my head — trying to clear a path — doesn’t work. I’m relieved to realize that at least I don’t work today because its going to take hours to function. Gingerly, holding the railing, I walk down the stairs into the kitchen and press the button on the old coffee maker. No one else is at home, I realize with some relief. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing me like this. Grabbing the cup of coffee, I head to the computer to read blogs I regularly follow. The fog starts to roll away as I see what’s new with these people who I am getting to know. We visit each other’s worlds for a time. I push the like tab on a few and even comment on one. This fellow-blogger responds back and we are having a conversation — a meaningful one. Suddenly, I become aware of the breeze through the screened window and the sparrows chirping outside. It’s another day and I am okay with that.