A bitter cold weekend ahead.

I dreamed of Larry last night. Most times I don't because when I do, I find I have a bad day because the feelings of dread and loss come back. He was healthy and happy even being jovial and I remember smiling lots in my dream. I also dreamed of a woman named Sherylann. I don't even know if such a woman exists, but she was telling me about her dead husband dreams.

Woke up and decided I'm going to have a Mexican food weekend.
I refuse to let myself be sad, like usual, after a Larry dream.

Enchiladas, Quesadillas or Camarone Tacos .. tonight I own you.
PS. Also woke up to snow on Mt. Erin.