I'm awake an hour earlier than the alarm as I had the weirdest dream about a tractor race on a highway that involved a horrible accident right in front of us. I hate these vivid TRU-COLOR dreams that are like watching a video of the event. It was one of those dreams that makes you wonder if your clairvoant and if it REALLY did happen somewhere. SPOOKY!
So here I sit and out the window there is a heavy fog floating through the neighborhood. Tesla wants breakfast and Greg is sleeping peacefully in the den on the air mattress. Next time he is home his room will be completed and hopefully he will get to stay a bit longer than 5 days. He leaves this morning and won't be home again for months. He really has turned into a fine compassionate young man. We are so proud of him.