last night i dreampt about having a “quane life”. i guess i made this word up in my sleep. A “quane life” is a life that has many nostaligic moments, people, & objects. i know, it’s weird, but i told myself in my sleep that i would blog it.
i also dreampt that i found a ‘benefactor’ that got me an art studio. it was more like a factory with super high ceilings and my paintings covered the walls.
so tomorrow we head out to Vail before the crack of dawn.