it is raining outside. no, pouring. and I am wearing my rubber boots. sirens going off everywhere; it doesn't help with the panic sometimes to live just down the street from the firehouse. what could be going on in a massive rain that could require so much attention from sirens?

i have on my rubber boots.

i am going shopping soon - making salmon quiches later tonight for the two Thanksgivings I'm going to attend.

i made a schedule for the rest of the semester. it has highlights and everything.

i dreamt last night that i met up with a bunch of people from my last MA program, and they all had PhDs. they kept telling me i needed a PhD or I'd never get a job. they insisted that i call them all Dr- . i told them i didn't want a PhD, didn't need a PhD to do what I want to do. that i'm already tired of school, Dr-, although not learning, and want to set my own learning agenda from here on out. but they told me i'd never get a job.

just thinking "I need to keep to the schedule" this morning made me set down my coffee and hop to put on my boots, although I stopped myself with a laugh.

in the dream, instead of phone numbers on my cellphone, i kept the license plates everyone wished they had on their cars. one was "Chicago is my Brontosaurus."

i'm going shopping, and then downtown to get busy with the "schedule." today's work is: small images, postcards, writing.

my rubber boots are grand.