I would really like a night’s good sleep. Really. What with police action and new-job dreams and the migraine I woke up with yesterday, I’m having a rough time. The other night, I had this terrible dream in which it was my first day of work, and someone was supposed to drive me there. She wouldn’t tell me where she was going to meet me, though, and ignored my questions. Finally, I shouted, "WHERE AM I GOING TO MEET YOU?" at the top of my lungs and woke up both myself and Lala. You might know from her blog that Lala can sleep through things like alarm clocks and ringing telephones and nuclear detonations, so I was quite proud of my lung capacity.
I’m pre-blogging this, since I have a minute while Lala showers, and then we’re going out to dinner, and then I’m going home to bed, where, by the time you read this, I hope I will have managed a very nice, sound, long sleep. I haven’t knit a stitch in days. I want sleeeeeeppppp……. Wish me luck.
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