Brent also seems to have had problems with sleep in the night. He woke right about the time I did. Nightmare. I cuddled him up and promised not to die of cancer any time soon. He is now back asleep, having, I hope, more pleasant dreams.
The lingering image from my sleep is one of horses, Appaloosas, to be precise. While I read all the typical horse books that girls read, I am not a particularly horsey person, so I don’t have some deep knowledge of breeds or anything. The image I have of Appaloosas, however, is one of freedom and strength, of wildness. I think it’s going to be a good day!
