I was very proud of myself this morning, because I slept through the whole night without waking myself up by coughing even once. Better yet, I remembered my dreams, which hadn’t happened in probably a week. I think I was coughing so much I never got into a deep enough sleep state to dream.
It was a mixed bag of a dream; I dreamed Denny and I had just arrived in Rome, and my parents met us there. The bad news was that I couldn’t remember the name of the hotel we were staying at, and my mother had broken her foot and was on crutches. I remember thinking, “The ruins of Rome are not very handicapped accessible.”
Other good news triumphs: dinner last night was awesome. Denny took some pictures, but he hasn’t posted them yet I don’t think. I got a bug up my butt to make fresh baguette; it was actually really easy and delicious. I stuffed the dates with Maytag bleu (thanks for the idea, map!) and almonds, and they turned out really great. Denny is a connoisseur of bacon-wrapped dates, and he said mine were better than the ones at Devotay. I think it’s because I found some really nice, plump Medjool dates to use.
We had a really nice Australian Shiraz/Cab blend, a 2004 from Rosemount Estate. It was really reasonably priced, too.
Finally, I opened the mail today (apparently I forgot to pick it up yesterday), and I had what I assumed was another rejection letter from a literary agent. Popular wisdom is that good news never comes by U.S. mail, and the couple of other nibbles I’ve gotten have come via email. However, I braced myself for nothing, because the agent requested sample chapters. Woot!
Possibly the best weekend ever? Well, it snowed kind of a lot, but otherwise it was great.