Cass, I hope your knee feels better. Tep, I hope your back continues to feel good and that the Cipro stops messing with you.

I don't know if Augmentin is waking me up but this is the second night this week when I've woken up after 3 or 4 hours sleep. I had a bad nightmare.

I was doing door security as part of my shared reception duties at work (it didn't look like my work but I know the way one knows in dreams that it was work). There was a weird pushy salesguy (we have a "no soliciting sign" at work and they all pretend they don't know they're solicitors). My co-workers are the type to just buzz anyone in whereas I actually ask their business before I let them in. In the dream, I didn't let the guy in but went outside into the building's ante-chamber to talk to him. When it became apparent that - yes - he was a salesguy, I let him know that I was going back in the building. He rushed past me. I yelled at my co-worker NOT to let him in, but my co-worker didn't listen to me. As soon as the guy got in the door, he had some technological way of sealing the door shut. Suddenly work became a bank. And while I yell at my co-worker "I TOLD you not to let him in!" somehow it becomes apparent that this guy (who's morphed from simply eccentric weird to really homicidally scary weird) has my eldest brother (the one I have the most sibling rivalry with) among the hostages in the bank. Though I'm outside the glass doors, somehow this guy still has business with me and keeps me around through threats. He's watching me so I can't call 911. I try to do it with the cell phone in my pocket but I keep hitting pound and other signs instead of 9.

There's all sorts of other weirdness and scariness that went on in the dream. It was very tense. At the point I woke up, I'd escaped for the moment (well, since my brother was in the bank I knew I couldn't feel like I was completely out of the woods) by running into a school shuttle bus and demanding the guy jet me out of there before the bank robber's henchwoman could see.

I hate dreams like this. I don't exactly have a night terror kinda feeling (which would really suck because I live alone in a sketchy neighborhood; it's not hard to imagine things when you have so much reality to work with), but I'm a bit tense.

Hey, maybe I'll get lucky and manage to see Nilly posting. I love it when that happens.

Morning, Bitches! I'm finally mailing my Bitch Blanket today. It's about time. Other than that, it should be a quiet day and weekend, too. We had a woman ask about seeing the house tomorrow, but I haven't heard back from her.

Ellie and I had a great time at my parent's house. We did nothing (truly) but it was fun to just hang out and not be soley responsible for a small human all the time. And, since I haven't done this in a while, here's a picture of Ellie with balloons my mom got her for Valentine's Day. [link]

Stephanie, she is getting BIG! Oh my goodness!

Excellent pictures this moorning!

Steph beat me at anibiotic suckiness. The biotic balance in my GI system is currently somewhat OK, but still sketchy.

I am eating a crap load of yogurt though. I had 4 servings of yogurt yesterday. Hooray for calcium at least.

Nora, insent

Goodness, Ellie looks so happy and energetic!

Much GI~ma to those who need it.

What great eyes! And great smile! And the blanket over the back of the couch made me homesick.

My world is sepia-toned. It's the spring winds from Libya, and they are howling through Athens and carrying yellow dust - what seems like half of Libya is in the air here.

I don't have any way to keep Mal from being sandblasted, so we're staying inside, in the dim sepia light, watching the wind play merry hell with the trees and clouds. All the trash was blown away last night; some of it has fetched up, with my patio chairs, in the corner of my porch.

And I'm in a mood. I don't know if it's the wind, or moon phase, or the feeling that we should be preparing to move in a couple months (stupid every-two-years-switch-countries clock), but I am not gruntled.

Ah, still barfy this morning. Though I didn't, actually, barf this morning. Yet. I feel it may be imminent.

I'm going to be fabulous company for SA this weekend, I tell you what.

Ellie is ginormous! SO CUTE!

Was woken up with baby kisses on my face. She must be trying to say "Sorry I cried and tossed and turned and kept you up most of the night - even when you put me in your bed, mommy. See how cute I am?"

Pfft. Steph, I neglected to tell you I'm bringing homework.

Which you then have the mission of distracting me from.

ps you never answered my last email, yo.