
March 17 was of course St. Patrick's Day, but other than dressing up for run club, I didn't do very much different from an ordinary Thursday.

6:00 am I woke up from a really strange dream. I had been on the phone with Kathy making plans to meet up, then I'd gone into the garage to sort Kevin's shoes for donation. I actually had sorted his shoes in real life on his birthday, so I guess that's why it was still on my mind. In the dream, though, I was sorting them in the garage with the garage door open, when I saw a car come down the road that gave me a bad feeling. I shut the garage door, but I could hear the car pull into my driveway and then it busted through the garage door. I tried to run for the door to the house, but I was moving in slow motion and I knew they were going to get me. Then, I woke up, heart pounding, but managed to fall back asleep.