And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

Oh, the many joys that flossing brings...

Could not manage to get out of bed this morning. Dream about the day before Theo leaves; he says "You're not going to be very happy on Monday when I tell you what I've been doing." In the dream, I have my tattoo.

Back at my house, Hillary, Darcy, and Elena show up. Hill comes to see if I can help move her mom, but I'm busy that day--it's the day before I leave for France as well. Mom carries Elena around on her shoulders, veiled with fabric. There's a chalk game Hill and Tara have made for me on the street. Hilly shows me a piece of paper she brought from elementary school that we all filled out - her, me, Tara and Zoe. It's a list of questions including: What languages do you speak? Hill points out that the usefulness of languages you know is dependent upon where you are, and I feel relieved. I had written SKIP across my answer, feeling awkward about my limited knowledge of each language I listed.

All this followed by a very brief scene in which I'm ascending four floors in an old elevator, not knowing what to do with the key I used to operate it once I've reached my destination, how to leave it so someone else can access the lift.

An interesting puzzle. at 6:24 p.m.