yet anchored

how I dream
never too far
riding the wave
yet anchored

I woke up without a voice this morning. It came back during the day. Of course, I didn’t have to talk much since the husband worked today.

I dreamt of Greg Lee last night. The dreams have the same theme– we run into each other somewhat randomly and catch up as old friends. I know I dream of him now because there are pictures of Taylor Kitsch which remind me of Greg. Yet most of the time, they look NOTHING alike. It’s weird how the mind works to make connections. Or is it just my mind? Who knows! πŸ˜‰

Watched the last two episodes of series three of Sherlock. The show is so amazingly excellent. I love it!