Welcome to Day Twenty-Three of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is “incomplete,” used any way we wish.
From today’s journal entry:
January 27, 2017 -
Many of my dreams are incomplete; which sounds like a metaphor, and maybe it is…
My life is incomplete (at least, I hope it is!) Why should my dreams be any different?
They sometimes roll out in waves and overlapping themes. Sometime in the early hours of this morning, I adopted a large, white, smiling pit bull and named him “Klingon.”
Klingon kept running through other dreams. He was sweet and irrepressible.
He was, maybe, a combination of our beloved red pit bull mix, Corki, who died this past September 11, and Lise’s kitten, Ami, who is mostly white, sweet, and immensely irrepressible.