Personality switch

Last night I dreamed a friend of mine shaved his full-face beard off and that he was actually kind of a small, weaselly looking guy. It somehow alters how you view someone's personality, even in the unconscious.

And now they've changed the astrological signs. Only two of my four family members really fit the old descriptions anyway, and now--only two of my four family members fit into the new ones. The Chinese symbols work better. It's easier for me to envision living with two Snakes and a Bull.

Speaking of bull, thinking about other people's personalities is making me think of my own. Is fifty too old to reform?

Good PR--not.

So I finish a big design job in record time, and want to meet this new client who replaced my old contact at the company. I ask her out to lunch, she likes sushi, it's a date. For noon today in Cambridge, about 20 miles away. So I get my stuff together, tootle over there, park, meet the client. She's charming and we enjoy ourselves. When the check comes, she tells me company regs say I'm not allowed to pay for hers as it might be a conflict of interest, so we'll go dutch.

Right?
Wrong.
Forgot my wallet.
Client buys lunch.

Okay, here goes.

If you have too much time on your hands, you can discover here what I'm doing in semi-rural Massachusetts. I am a middle-aged (depending on how long I live) female with two kids, a husband and a dog.