I love the way I change. slowly. dramatically. The nuances that are added to me because of my interactions regularly with the world and its people and with travel. I am filled with ideas. I explode with happiness. I bloom with pleasure and  joy. I change. I morph. I transform into this person I forgot. I feel light headed. 

Narcissism is good.
ok then.

Bringing up father

I had many nightmares as a child. Lions, wolves and ghosts in the middle of the night would drive me to my father. I still have nightmares, but I live alone now and father is many thousand miles away.

Yesterday, my father had a ghost on his chat list he did not want to talk to. Technologically challenged that he is, he thought the ghost on his list knew exactly what he was doing and could even read his chat transcripts.Today, I logged on to his account and deleted his ghost. Sigh.