Raise the Rafters in Living Color

Howdy! Been busy and absent lately. But I'm back.

I've had something strange happen to me, and I don't quite know what to make of it.

I've started dreaming again.

For the last 15-20 years, I rarely, truly rarely, remember my dreams, or even have the feeling that I have dreamed. I'm not sure why I stopped dreaming so many years ago, but I did. And on those rare occasions when I did wake up feeing like I had dreamed, I never remembered anybody or anything in them!.

Weird!

Well, since mid-May, I awake almost every morning and either remember parts of my dreams, or at least feel certain that I did dream. But, I still do not dream of anyone I know. My dreams are filled with strangers. In my dream I know them and they know me, but as an onlooker for my dreams, I have no clue who these people are.

Weird!

But, at least I'm dreaming!

Oh... and apparently I've begun snoring heavily too. I wonder if there is a correlation?

Ah phooey.... who gives a fuck! I'm back in Dreamsville. Whoopeeeee!

Getting to Know Me

"Getting to know you, getting to know all about you. Getting to like you. Getting to hope you like me."

--Anna in The King and I


One of the difficulties of building a new friendship is getting to know the idiosyncracies of the other person.

Confession. I'm an odd bird. Reason and logic are my mainstays. But to employ them, I often need solitude.

Today was a rough day. Lots of decisions weighing heavily on my shoulders, new deadlines I just found out about that are only a couple of days away - and I'm not ready for them - woes at home, health concerns, etc. By the end of the day, I was bitchy, snippy, and really tired. When I'm like this, I really don't want to impose my bitchiness, snippiness, and fatigue on anyone.

But I did.

And I'm sorry.

I just needed some time to be alone and think. That's how I handle days like this.

Tomorrow I'll likely be my cheery self again. But for today, I need to go to my cave alone and think.

Hugs,
me