Being haunted by the spirit of my great-grandmother.

Many years ago Poppy's cousin sent us pictures of my great-grandparents. I noticed a startling resemblance between my great-grandfather and Mr. Dodge. I wondered then about why I felt so compelled to be with him. Had I been imprinted with some genetic code that caused me to seek out that particular look?

There is a young man at work, who both in look and manner, could be Mr. Dodge's long lost brother. It is so odd to be faced with that again, and realize I respond so strongly to it (though I am now rational, unlike the past). Odd.

Took a quick trip this morning over to see some of the work compadres from my past. It was good to see the progress that has been made, plus I got a free pen.

Drove down to S&B's this afternoon, as they had an old friend in from Ireland. It was good to see A-man. He was very happy to see me, and I to see him. He is definitely getting into the "let me test everyone on my rules" phase. He's gonna be too smart and too cute for his own good.

There were five children here tonight, all under six, and my brain had a hard time with the noise and chaos.

Tomorrow I will take photos of all the renovation going on in the backyard here.