Dear Alexander,

8 October 2011

I went to sleep after hearing my cousin was in the hospital and dreamt all night he was in surgery and dying on his sister's wedding day and while I was trying to wake up, my husband rolled over and by mistake pinned me down while I tried to sit up and I could tell it was probably going to be a mixed up, run down, washed out every day day.

At breakfast my husband found an excellent frittata recipe on his computer but all I found on my computer was  'View your banking document' message.

I think I'll go fishing in Wyoming.

On the way to pick up bread the car door frame lunged at my head and really hurt and while I waited for the light to change my head kept pounding and the cars in front of me kept cutting me off and I felt like a crybaby.

I am having a mixed up, run down, washed out every day day I told myself. No one even answered.

There was a dead bee in the leek leaves for dinner and I hate dead bees. There was no ice cream for dessert because it was Saturday and I hate no ice cream days.

The dish water was too hot, I ran into the open cupboard door with the other side of my head, the garbage can was dripping something and my hair was frizzy. I hate my hair when it gets frizzy.

When I went to bed, my husband took my pillow and hit me with it and said we should pillow fight, my eye was hurting, and I got a mosquito bite.

He still wanted to sleep next to me though.

It has been a mixed up, run down, washed out every day day. He said some days are like that.

Even while fishing.