What a slow, quiet day.

Man, I haven’t seen a day like this since April at the shop. Slow, quiet, s-l-o-w… We even went so far as to take a dinner/computer break and leave the shop for a couple hours to work offsite. So slow. It is raining and cold.

This morning I posted a missed connection to find Josh. I don’t know why. It was wild, this dream. Such vivid dreams are few and far between, so it seemed I needed to latch onto this one and think on it. I’m not sure what the school bus or the brothel mean, but it was Josh.

Some people even wrote me, offering to help with their Western Illinois connections…