Even though I’ve rarely used the word “therapy” in a blog title, I’ve often used the word “care” (here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here).
Does that mean I care too much? Or have too many cares? I’m not sure, but I do care to tell you that I just woke up from a dream where I said the word “kill” (as in “Did that make you want to kill them?”) which was overheard by somebody I knew, who then dropped to the floor in obvious emotional pain and crawled laboriously away (like a snake) down a hallway, as her husband told me not to care about her reaction. He said, “This happens and she’s just going somewhere to pull herself together.”
I care what you make of that dream.
Care occurs twice in my photos from yesterday. Do you care to see them?
Do you care that I put little “easter eggs” in this blog for my caring fiancé, Michael, who sometimes reads this blog? For example, this …
… is a reference to our first exchange over the internet, almost ten years ago, when we discussed our shared dislike for beets. And yesterday’s video stars somebody singing “meow, meow, meow” for lyrics, which Michael does a lot, including here:
What do YOU care about, here and now?
I care about getting to work on time, so I’ll quickly end this post with care.
