Today would have been my dad's 67th birthday. It's also the 3rd anniversary of the day my grandfather died. I dreamed about rats and school showers and I ate an annisette cookie for breakfast. This afternoon I'm getting a new tattoo - one with the mysterious numbers 84 involved. Tommorow I might get to remove my cast - or "have a little incision". Either way, tommorow is the end of my holding pattern. I'm so freaking happy spring is almost here. I like March. I like waiting and vacillating between winter and spring. It's like spring foreplay.