My mom is driving me back from the airport. I am in the passenger seat. It takes 40 minutes to get to my place. I thank Mom for driving me. She says that is fine. She only has two more years to drive. She slows down to go over a small tree limb that is sticking up out of the ground. It is only about a foot high.
Earlier snippet: I am with someone. A guy in a bathrobe like Paul’s comes and lays down on the bed. He asks how my day was. I am rude to him, (I had a rough day). I then apologize.
Day notes: Some anger at Kevin. Rowan’s birthday is the 9th. He will be 5 years old. So sad that Paul and I can’t send him a card and present.
Lots of numbers. 40 minutes, 2 years, 1 foot high. Were you 43 when your Mom passed? Just a guess.
(Tree) limb and (one) foot.
Is Paul connected to the issues with Kevin? That sometimes seems to come up in your dreams.