Everyone talked while waiting (presumably for services to start) but all I could do was stare at Nat.
The second dream I remember even less of. Same Nat from the first dream, only this time at least I recognized him. And at one point he complained (with actual words!) that I was holding him too tightly. I explained that I didn't want to drop him.
I also dimly remember something about a car park, but it's all sorta hazy now.
Last night, I made onion and garlic bread. I took hoppie's fresh grown garlic and garlic greens and combined them with lightly fried vidalia onion and jar minced garlic and then made a standard "french" white loaf. It looks very heavy and didn't rise much. I wonder if my yeast is okay or if it needs to be changed out. It's been a while since I've made bread so it wouldn't surprise me if my yeast was dead. I brought the bread for lunch, so if the bread is unreasonably heavy, I'll change out the yeast for next time.
Mr. Lonely Heart is on my nerve already today. He just did a drive-by informationing which he's not supposed to (now that I think about it). And he's going to my 11:00 meeting, which means nothing will get accomplished. I hope Rick can manage him.