Uncommon Melanie.

I am in my kitchen wearing spandex and it's freezing. I just got back from my run. I am drinking chai tea and chocolate milk, but I really want coffee. Coffee sounds divine right now.
Last night I had a nightmare.
Actually, the past few nights I have had nightmares. They stated when I was in Washington. One was about getting my Masters degree and then no one would marry me because they all thought I was too smart. I lived in an apartment all alone, but I wasn't really lonely. I just wrote books and painted and taught something.
But last night my nightmare was about Kirsten. She wouldn't go to the Resurgence conference with me. I was mad and crying. I didn't know what to say to make her come. It was terrible. And we didn't have any tea.
I think this all has something to do with Christmas stress, doing well on my midterms, nesting bowls, and Gone With The Wind.
Yes. The other day I watched Gone With The Wind and I shouldn't have. It's four hours long and every time I see it I want to be Melanie Wilkes. Then I just go off thinking I'm more like Scarlet O'Hara than anyone else.
Also, I was reading Ezekiel this morning and I'm in chapter 37. The one about the dry bones and the army. I am in a whirlwind now. Never do prophets and Margaret Mitchell together.

I think I shall bake today and try and forget a lot of things. Maybe I should stop looking for my copy of Gone With The Wind too. Things might only get worse if I find it. I'm going to do more Christmas inventory too. And make a Harney&Sons tea list.

Did you know in the middle of all this, I am actually uncommonly happy?