Through a glass darkly

Apparently I have learned to say sorry. Quickly and honestly. It makes life simpler.

This morning, in the nine minutes between hitting the snooze button and the alarm ringing again, I dreamt of losing baggage (literally and maybe metaphorically?) and going to look for it. Some 'baggage' tried to insinuate itself back into my life (in my dreams though, which makes me laugh at the various levels at which to interpret that). My subconscious, it seems, has a much more interesting life than the one I am more aware of.