Last night I had a dream I encountered a very old dog, that had acquired the ability to speak English. She (?) was a little hard to understand, but I was impressed. Unfortunately, being as old as she was, she was senile. All she would talk about was her love for Carol O'Conner and how much she loved All in the Family. It got old pretty quick.

All my dreams have been interesting lately. I choosing to think of it as a sign that my brain is waking up and the fog that has enveloped it for the past two months is finally lifting. I really hate summer. I don't know if it's the heat, or the extended amount of sunlight, or the tilt of the Earth, but I can never quite get through the whole season without either losing my shit or completely turning off. This year I chose turning off, which is probably a good thing.

My Autumn 2007 music mix is almost completed. This weekend is Labor Day, September begins, and I can begin to accept the idea that fall has begun, even if calendars and scientists say that it doesn't really start until some seemingly random day next month. If I was still in college, I'd already have gone through a week of classes by now. It may still be 110 degrees in the valley right now, but Summer, I declare that the extent of your reign can now be counted in hours.

Soon I will begin to be able to string a few words together and "write" again. In the meantime, I'll let someone else do the talking again.

Hang my head low, so low
Don't see me only as I am but see me how I long to be
Shining like a flowering tree under a gray Pennsylvania sky
Look for me as you go by

Hang my head low, so low
Every burden shall be lifted
Every stone upon your back slide into the sea
It's me for you and you for me

I love The Innocence Mission. They're the only band I can listen to for hours and stare into space to. They remind me of my grandma's house when I was little, and soldiers coming back home to small town after World War II, and the mercy of a god that I don't admit to people I still believe in, and teenagers holding hands on a bridge over a stream, and college when it would snow for the first time in November.