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I am not amused.

Monday mornings have to be the most awful thing. Ever.

I was telling Susan awhile back how sad I have felt because since my Mormor passed away, I hadn't felt any presence of her. No dreams, no feelings of her being near to say goodbye....just, nothing. I have a strong memory of my other grandmother making a presence in my room shortly after she passed away. I had her bedroom furniture and one piece was a large mirror over a desk of sorts. I turned to look and she was there. Her reflection staring back at me. It wasn't scary, but lovely and reassuring.

I awoke this morning from having a dream that my Mormor wanted to give me a pair of earrings. They were small, polished round stones in the shapes of perfect little orbs -- pink and a dark green kind of swirled together. That's odd. I was crying when she gave them to me because they meant so much to me.

I don't know what this all means. I do know that I'm extremely tired and wish I didn't have to go to work. I know that when I get there, I will immerse myself in it and it will be ok, but geez, Mondays are no fun.

Now this is fun: