In the midst of unpacking yesterday, I realized I was coming down with my second cold of the season. I am all stuffed up and just want to hide under the covers and wait til March. I am back, and there are things to do and organize before I head back to work next week. Yesterday I took a nap and dreamed about a chaotic re-modeling of the library. A bookshelf kept falling over on me and I kept losing my shoes and my camera, which seemed very important. They were ripping up the carpet and the walls. No one found this alarming but me. I don't, as a rule, like change, and this probably has everything to do with it.