I was very proud of myself this morning, because I slept through the whole night without waking myself up by coughing even once.  Better yet, I remembered my dreams, which hadn’t happened in probably a week.  I think I was coughing so much I never got into a deep enough sleep state to dream.

It was a mixed bag of a dream; I dreamed Denny and I had just arrived in Rome, and my parents met us there.  The bad news was that I couldn’t remember the name of the hotel we were staying at, and my mother had broken her foot and was on crutches.  I remember thinking, “The ruins of Rome are not very handicapped accessible.”

Other good news triumphs:  dinner last night was awesome.  Denny took some pictures, but he hasn’t posted them yet I don’t think.  I got a bug up my butt to make fresh baguette; it was actually really easy and delicious.  I stuffed the dates with Maytag bleu (thanks for the idea, map!) and almonds, and they turned out really great.  Denny is a connoisseur of bacon-wrapped dates, and he said mine were better than the ones at Devotay.  I think it’s because I found some really nice, plump Medjool dates to use.

We had a really nice Australian Shiraz/Cab blend, a 2004 from Rosemount Estate.  It was really reasonably priced, too.

Finally, I opened the mail today (apparently I forgot to pick it up yesterday), and I had what I assumed was another rejection letter from a literary agent.  Popular wisdom is that good news never comes by U.S. mail, and the couple of other nibbles I’ve gotten have come via email.  However, I braced myself for nothing, because the agent requested sample chapters.  Woot!

Possibly the best weekend ever?  Well, it snowed kind of a lot, but otherwise it was great.