Last night I messaged H telling him I had a bad dream about him and wondered if he was o.k. He just texted back "Yes, i'm o.k."
This morning he sent me a longer message wondering why I would ask him this as we messaged a few times yesterday (before I asked him if he was o.k.). He added that he thought I didn't believe in dreams. I was a little surprised about his message. I briefly explained about my premonition about my dad, and if that didn't happen, I probably wouldn't have thought much about it. Then just back and forth about him staying one night at the house this weekend, which is fine with me, I won't be there. He's doing the lawn, getting ready for Halloween, and watching the cat.
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I realized something this morning. There are so many small things that can bring happiness. It's only 10 a.m., and here are the things that have made me happy already today:
1. Peace and quiet of pre-dawn. 2. Hearing the chirp of an unseen Robin (we have none where I live now). 3. The fall leaves crunching under my feet. 4. Getting a cup of coffee and the clerk tells me they don't take credit-cards, but to take the coffee and I can just pay the next time I am in. 5. Going through photos and items from my youth that my parents saved for me.
