Dreamed of waves crashing over beach fences, getting to a tiny airport with Jenice and not having my ID or meds in my bag because nobody told me when I was going. Jenice cried and told me I HAD to go with to visit her parents. She told me to go home and look for my missing stuff and come back. I only had an hour. It wasn’t going to happen. Finding the airport info on a video game screen along with lots of pics of Reagan, all of the headings were brown. My ticket was only 59.99. I told Brett’s parents I would just stay home and pay them for it, not that they asked me if I wanted to go in the first place. My bag was one of those poncho style patterns from the early 90s. Of course I had remembered the weed and bowl. I found it in my bag and was grateful for time away.