Maddy showed up in one of my dreams last night.  It started as a dream about something else entirely, but I was standing in the front room, and she appeared from behind a bookcase, look up at me with that cranky “where’s my food” expression.

I started to describe the dream to C this morning, and he said, “please, don’t.”  Which is how I feel about it, too. I’m not really doing too super right now.  Strike that.  I’m doing really fscking crappy right now.

Change of season is starting to hit, too; tonight I ordered new lights for my bike, because in another week, it’ll be too dark to ride without them.  Hell, it’s probably a bit too dark now in the morning, but I ride anyway, because to not ride would be to go crazy.

And I’m close enough to that as it is.