My hair is getting long again. This morning I woke up early after a vivid dream that my old boss was talking to me in her office and it felt real. My dog had a nightmare and howled me awake but kept his little eyes closed and his nose covered. Winter is coming, I can feel it again. Love makes you do weird things. Tyler was gone again and all I can think about is what it will feel like if I lose the weight (again) and I am this happy with all the other aspects of my life, will I feel whole? I am planning to coordinate a craft show. I am stitching until I have callouses. I am making, growing, evolving. I am so much better than I was six months ago when I didn’t want to leave my house and quit my job because the anxiety got to bad. He was by my side. He makes me want to be better than I already am.