Meet us in the Forest.

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
-Oscar Wilde.

I went running this morning. An old lady almost hit me. I had to jump off the side of the road into a ditch. She was looking at her dog.
(Mandy just asked me if pineapples go into the fridge.)
Today I have to cut out a lot more hearts, do a lot more painting, and finish some writing. Also start some writing. Recently I had a good idea for a new story. I need to find a recipe for cranberry sauce too. And work on my essay.
I'm happy today.
I was reading in Acts--I'm supposed to be reading in Ezekiel, but I couldn't help it. I like the story of Paul too much. I was thinking about grace. I think it might be my favourite word.
Also, last night I had a dream that I was getting married. (Figures. All girls dream like that. Do single men have wedding dreams?) And it was in a forest with tea lights in canning jars hanging from trees and little light bulbs. And lots of peonies. Just everywhere. Huge white peonies. My invitations were what made me wake up happy. They were creamy and hand-done writing, each one. And there was so many papers inside. A map. A picture. An R.S.V.P. Little hearts. An extra envelope. But it was so genius, because it was in the first envelope, and then everything else was in a second envelope that was green and said,
"Meet us in the Forest."
I am so weird. Imaginary wedding invitations make me glad.
I want to go stargazing tonight. But it is so cloudy. Petitions and prayers for clear skies start now. God could find enough time during the day to change the weather for me tonight.
I'm going to write and read Eloise now.