I had bizarre dreams last night but one I remember particularly is I was playing some form of Jeopardy, except it was a team thing, and more than 3 teams, like 4 or 5. And I was playing against buffistas, and realized all the categories were things that y’all probably knew better than me (there was some sort of fanfic category that the first question involved the avengers, which I have not watched, and I was like “well crap, now I have to avoid that category too!”) So, uh....thinking of y’all in my sleep?
Heh! I remember one of the conceits of Douglas Coupland's novel Microserfs was that each character had a brief description of their perfect Jeopardy board categories.
All I remember about last night's dream is that we had a kitten, and I was scratching its belly and it was covered in sparkly glitter.
I had yet another "I haven't been going to these classes and now I don't even remember my schedule" dream.
I had yet another "I haven't been going to this classes and now I don't even remember my schedule" dream.
I wish I would stop having those. They're so tiresome.
Dana, I have those all the time.
We really must've burned those neural pathways pretty hard, huh? Or whatever it is brains do.
On the bright side, there was an article in the paper about a woman who had been married fairly recently. She and her husband to be had scheduled a wedding and then, in the pandemic, postponed it and ended up having a civil ceremony with few or no witnesses. She'd planned to have a big reception and bought a special dress ... but with no chance of having a reception any time soon, the dress remained unworn. Until she decided to wear it to her vaccination appointment - walked into the site wearing a fancy dress, did her hair and make-up, heels. The people administering the vaccine were amused and appreciative.
That's a friend of a friend! So fun.
I dreamed last night about being involved in some weird mash-up of Murder on the Orient Express and behind-the-scenes drama on a telenovela. Henry Cavill was involved, but alas dreaming brain didn't arrange a make-out session with him.
Jeez. I have had my phone in silent mode possibly since I got it, all the while wondering why I was missing calls. And now I have rolled my eyes right out of my head at myself, so that's not going to increase productivity
Timelies all!
The downside to Mr. S going to sleep fairly quickly is that he's woken up early the last few days.(and then demands "Daddy open my door!" when there is nothing physically preventing him from doing it himself. sigh)
She's 95 next week, and Prince Charles does not inspire affection.
Never mind him, the one that gives me the wig is Camilla peering gimlet-eyed like a Dark Crystal muppet beneath her haystack of raw flax and her tiara the size of a garden fence--or hat the size of a small ketch in full sail. I'm surprised Wills' tots call her granny instead of "Mrs. Grandpa."
