My semester ends on Friday after a presentation. Working this week towards that day. Weather: cold. Spirits: Okay. We missed only one day of candle lighting. Sweet. Lots of dreams, remember very few. Transition dreams -- like I need to be reminded. Julia having trouble with the cold, and showing some temper about new ideas. Says right now that she doesn't want to go to NYC for Christmas. I have no feeling for writing at all. Would like to be silent in voice and in finger today -- this week, in fact.