Pick me up before you go go

Today felt unmanageable.  Up so very early and still not enough time in 24 hours to accomplish what I should get done.  Coffee.  Early morning campus dash to my office.  The swimming pool beckoning, swim suit at the ready, but the clock is relentless and my tasks endless.  The swimming pool remains sequestered in the realm of possibilities.  More emails. At least my dog is relaxed on her little make-shift office bed.

Last night I had so many weird dreams...disconnected, anxious, bloodless, and disorienting.  That feeling persists.  The universe whirls by and I am running after the chunks that I am responsible for. Running, going, doing but not finishing anything really.  I get weird when I am like this.  Kind of crabby and melancholy and nervous all at once.  But don't ask me about it.  I'll cut you short without meaning to.  Nothing important going on here.  Move along.  Hell, I can't even get to my dentist appointment.

Early morning email from a friend of many years saying he had a dream last night and I was in it.  Oh the funnies.  We did silly, crazy shit back then.  He's smiling when he writes it, I can tell.  I smile too.  Starting off the day with a connection.  It's like that Star Trek thingy where the molecules (the transporter?) start putting the person back together after being teleported.  My molecules are sometimes not mine to manage.  Sometimes a ripple crosses the universe, the internet, the virtual whatever and rearranges me for me.  My nightmares from last night are suddenly spongy, like the surface of a leaky water balloon.

The day moves into a new phase off campus.  Car must be located.  I move through the well managed streets of La Jolla.  Suddenly a familiar voice shouts my name.  In a moment's notice I am picked up and ensconced in a car that had moments earlier been whizzing by.  No ceremony, just a casual celebration of spoken and unspoken threads of connection.  A friend from years back.  We talk excitedly about his prospects of becoming a father.  I've never seen him so relaxed.  So sure.  For a few moments we spend time together like we have all the time in the world and talk like we are picking up a conversation we started earlier that day.  It's like having a present given to you when you least expect it.

The email, me, the car, the 2 friends that actually know each other as well as me.  Here we are.  All together.  Making happies.  Picking each other up before we go go into lives that rarely include each other anymore.  And yet.  Here we are.  Making follies of nightmares.  May we live long and prosper.