I have this ongoing mild phobia that I will leave my belongings on the train or the bus. I think it might be an extension of some other anxiety, like fear of failure. I don’t know. Sometimes I will get off the train and as I walk along, physically squeeze the handles of my bag(s) to check they are there. I only do this once, however. It’s not like I’m totally OCD.

The other night I dreamed that I kept leaving my purse on the seat of the train, however. I would jam my hands in the doors to try to get back in, and watch the train slide on down the tracks. I dream about Muni a LOT. But then moving from place to place is a common theme in dreams — symbolic of transition — and why not use the trains I ride every day to illustrate that?

Once when I was traveling by train in France, I left my journal on my seat. As we were all exiting, a fellow passenger caught up to me and handed it to me. I was mortified at myself.

Perhaps it is my attention to things like this that has helped me to never lose my keys or wallet?

knocking on wood furiously

I have been trying to give up sweets and treats once again. It’s not fair that the foods that give such pleasure must be so unhealthy. Maybe “give up” is the wrong term. Perhaps “cut back on” is better. Anyway, I shall now torture myself by listing all the stuff I really, really want to eat: