I dreamed about my old apartment last night

[KamaAina]

no biggie -- except it was my old apartment in New Orleans. My old landlord (who would have to be about 80 by now) was apologizing for the damage on the first floor, until I reminded him my place was on the second floor, rear. So up I went, and there it was, empty, and with a new yellowish shag rug. Also it had an outdoor deck that had not been there in real life.

Could my Mom be right that I'm "obsessing" on N.O.? I keep telling her that, if I'm going to obsess on something, it might as well be that, but sheesh! This isn't the first one, either (once I caught a glimpse of one of my old feminist friends in a bath towel, on the other side of town from where she actually is)...