Last night in my dream my father was alive. My dreaming self knew it was a dream, despite the complete reality of the felt experience. My dreaming self knew my father is dead. I enjoyed the savored feeling of being around my living father, while knowing, in my dream, that it was not real. I had another thread in which I was at a height on a rock ledge. I woke, and realized that it has been years since I have been on a rock ledge,though in my dream it felt like a familiar occurrence.
I went to the Monday evening Weight Watchers meeting at 5:30 p.m. My weight has fallen to the weight I was at in law school. With a few more pounds off, I could reach my college levels. Due to the difference in abdominal muscle tone, though, I do not look as trim as I did in law school.
This evening I walked in Green Park and got photos of a Northern Mockingbird.