Ah, yes … THAT’S what the babies looked like that ended up in my dream/nightmare early Friday morning. (The oldest one, who was taking care of those two, had a finger filled with what looked like 2 or 3 needle-tip splinters. When I began to remove them, there turned out to be several dozen of the metal splinters. Still haven’t figured it out, although my thought on waking up was “Who’s the baby? Oh, me, of course. I’m supposed to take better care of myself.” But what I meant by that is no longer terribly clear to me.)
Ah, yes … THAT’S what the babies looked like that ended up in my dream/nightmare early Friday morning. (The oldest one, who was taking care of those two, had a finger filled with what looked like 2 or 3 needle-tip splinters. When I began to remove them, there turned out to be several dozen of the metal splinters. Still haven’t figured it out, although my thought on waking up was “Who’s the baby? Oh, me, of course. I’m supposed to take better care of myself.” But what I meant by that is no longer terribly clear to me.)
Comment by Jennifer — December 9, 2006 @ 1:13 pm