And then, we’ll be on the flip side of the light/dark continuum. No one, absolutely no one, will be happier about this than me. I might suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. The way it works is that you can’t suffer from those ailments unless you believe they exist. And I don’t believe that there is such a thing. Someone came up with this in order to sell lights that people sit under.

Our friend Bill Fuller used to deal by going and walking around the Fred Meyer grocery/department store. I guess that they have multi-spectrum lights in that place.

I don’t like going into the local Fred Meyer store – it’s huge, and there are far too many choices.

I think that the best a person can do is to go outside and walk around for a while, while the sun shines. The walking alone is good for you.

I agree with what my friend Lydia said the other day, that if she goes anywhere, it has to be to do something. I, taking her lead, would like to go to Hawaii, and spend time on all nine of the Islands. I’d do a lot of hiking and very little if any sunbathing. I’d like to ride a bicycle to the top of a volcano. I’d like to also go to Iceland and go trekking, better to get to know the place and the terrain than not.

I’d also like going into the thermal pools. The horse trip – this is actually what my trip would revolve around.

I don’t know if there is much horse/human interaction, but I’d like to check it out.

I am falling asleep as I’m writing this. It was a long day – got the books distributed at the pool and the bakery. It is still windy but not as windy as it was a few days ago. Still no snow, to which I say, what gives. I think that there is going to be a major snowstorm, not before Christmas though.

In dreams begin responsibilities. I dreamt last night that Pete was driving our car. He let me out, and I went to check out a barn. Inside was an MGB. It was beige. I hopped in it and began driving around, even though it wasn’t mine – yet. It had handles, two brown ones, that I used to drive.

This dream went on and on – I guess it was preferable to the night before. The night before I dreamt that I elected to eat a cat. Someone did come and take the cat away. Okay. I can’t seem to directly move the interpretation.

Here’s what I found on Google: Well, I can’t seem to cut and paste the interpretation. It’s confusing because it’s multifaceted. Here’s what jumps out at me -- “neglecting a nurturing part of yourself or dealing with tricky relationships (like a thief) in a metaphorical or non-literal way.”

Well I am dealing with two tricky relationships right now. What this has to do with eating a cat escapes me.

It’s good that dreams aren’t real. Life would then be too illogical and complicated.

Next: 339. 12/18/25: One, Two, Three, Four, one foot Out the Door