From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   ...AND... there was so much going on (what with the annular eclipse and all   
   those dreams and it being Sunday and all) it is only right to point out that   
   October 15 has a *number* of significant associations (for me) in it:   
   #1, it is the anniversary of the "spiritual union" of Gina and myself, in   
   1981, in her dorm room.  42 years ago.  That was the night I thanked God for   
   sending me the mother of my children.  Funny thing about that, how it turned   
   out, which resonates with    
   the other two significant moments regarding October 15ᵗʰ:   
   #2, it was the day of the birth of the mother of my son Charles— Helen   
   Bigelow Heath was born on 10/15 in 1960.   
   #3, it was the day of the birth of the mother of my son Logan— Joyce Ann   
   (Vining, birth father's name) Thomson was born on 10/15/1987.   
   (Yeah, big spread there.)  Joyce is also the mother of Landon and Alyssa, but   
   only Logan (of those 3) was DNA tested to the level of being considered my   
   biological offspring.   
      
   So this morning, 10/16, I was pondering to myself why this date (10/16) seemed   
   so familiar.... it's the day and night that Gina and I were, for whatever   
   reason(s) >separated< from the path of "happily ever after" that I had hoped   
   we were on.  And yes,    
   the reason(s) for the division were all my fault, even though I blamed her for   
   *awhile* until I finally came to my senses.   
      
   At any rate, I'll pick this back up in the post for last night's dreams.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)