I don't know what my subconscious mulled over last night, but it sure as heck wasn't anything about longing. I had a dream that I was traipsing around odd parts of England with the guy who played Chaucer in "A Knight's Tale" and Dame Judy Dench. I was staying at her house, and she had a whole horde of delightful British sports cars, but I never got the chance to drive any of them, because they were being guarded by a creepy man in an orange and teal polyester jumpsuit. Then, she wanted me to bake cookies, and I started to, but wound up making curry instead. Then that Chaucer guy made me wander around the gardens with him, and we had loads of fun ambling through hedges and talking about British stuff (it's a good thing I can't remember what any of that entailed, as I'm sure it was completely wrong and utterly embarassing.) Then I wandered back inside and was forced to endure a rather awkward tea party with a group of rather strange people who I didn't know.

Sometimes I scare myself.

I baked a peach pie last night, because I felt like it, and we have a whole bunch of peaches that have suddenly and violently ripened. We're up to our necks in summer fruit and don't know what to do with it, and for some reason the chef in me automatically thinks "PASTRY!!" Last year it was jam. We still have tons of Grandma Della's Peach-Cherry Jell-o Jam from last summer. But it's really, really good, so I'm not complaining.

I want to go back to school. Everyone is suddenly back in school, and I'm all sorts of jealous. I decided I had better get serious about saving money for it, instead of saying I'm saving money and failing miserably. I should apply for a Pell grant. I think I'd actually get something this time, since I claimed myself on my taxes last year. Last time they said my expected family contribution was $14,000 and wouldn't listen when I tried to explain that, no, they didn't understand, I'm supposed to pay for school BY MYSELF, and I - me - am nigh unto bankrupt. It was discouraging.

I have no clue what I'd major in though. I wanted to do English education, but I really can't handle today's teenagers. So I'm thinking journalism...but that's so cliche. I don't know what I'd do. I'm open for suggestions.

I wonder if I could get a degree in "Undeclared."