Trifecta

It seems to be the word of the week. Why ask why.

Point 1. Wild Thing's father is back in town, after a blissful three-week absence. He called here to speak with her last night, and she took the call. The first words out of her mouth this morning were, "Mommy, I had a bad dream. I dreamed that I fell off an elevator." It's been months since she's reported a bad dream to me. I am making a note of it. The imagery startles me.

Point 2. I met a romantic someone who is a close match on most of my posted requirements. He's nice. He found me, and I'm letting him lead the dance. More on this later, as it develops. It's natural and comfortable. One foot in front of the other...

Point 3. I still have no new adoption news to report, and am entertaining myself with the psychic's prediction. I will name my son Joseph. I take inspiration from my recent visit to the singing Christmas tree. I am not putting this one to vote. You're not any more likely to find me in church on a Sunday, either.