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Inside My Wildest Dreams

This week’s dreams have been unusually intense…

I’m not depressed, exactly, but I’m not my bouncy old self, either…

I don’t want to be enslaved to a patch of grass, but I also don’t want to be the neighborhood dandelion factory…

In which my intrepid husband knocks himself out to make my day….

In which my gnarly, overgrown grapevines and I do the pruning thing…

In which I describe taking up a new sport, in one big, delusional, uninformed leap of faith…