I had a very prophetic dream last night. It came true in part this morning. Then I was talking to the developer I work with closely and he told me about his dream– it was the same as mine!!! How strange is that?!?

I’ve been thinking about Germany the last few days. There was a time I would vacation in Berlin for a week or two or three. During that time, I would stop being Donna and turn into a German girl. I wore scarfs and lived with a German man. I spoke little English and ate massive amounts of doner kabobs and nutella. For those few weeks, I had no family, no job, no worries, no pressure. It was nice to disappear. And then when I would start to think about Gerhardt Schroeder and German taxes, it was time to come home. That was nice too. Those times are over for me. I can’t just disappear anymore. Maybe I could, I just no longer have a Wohnheim to run to… Wohnung, Wohnung! I know.