I had a dream last night that I was advising President Obama. He was serving flan at his meetings and people were falling asleep, so I suggested he serve hard boiled eggs and fruit.
Why did my brain need to be filled with that nonsense last night? I could have used a long, dreamless sleep, but instead, I'm telling the President what to serve at meetings in the oval office, and its food I don't even like!
I'm having a hard one today. Really tired, and somehow unsettled. I'm trying to figure out exactly what's bugging me. It could be the unpleasant woman I had words with yesterday, it could be that my Sunday was just especially tiring, it could be that my toenails look ghastly, it could be something I ate, I have no idea. All I know is, after I came back from the grocery store this morning and put all the crap away, I went back to bed in my clothes - including adorable scarf - and slept like the dead for two and a half hours. Then I got up and made a smoothie and had a bowl of lucky charms. I think this day is over for me. I'm just going to bide my time, doing as little as possible, until bedtime and start over tomorrow. This day is a mulligan. A do-over.