Something wonky is going on with my subconscious/REM sleep whenever I sleep late on the weekends lately. I've just woken up from a series of increasingly messed up dreams, one of which involved stabbing a dear friend through the eye with a piece of commemorative silverware because he stole my story. Weird, but just in case - N8an, sorry about the eye, but get out of my brain, ok hon?
So now it is Sunday, and I'm prying open my eyelids and preparing for a day of quiet domesticity. Going to bake some Amish bread, knit, do laundry, knit, do a small and quick grocery run, knit, make some honey-garlic chicken & stir-fry veggies, knit, watch some TV, knit, and go to bed early. And hopefully, not dream weird stuff. Honestly - I dreamt I was awake, in bed, but couldn't move - how screwed up is that?
Ok, tea is ready. We have normality - I repeat, we have normality.
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Normal is good - hope you're enjoying your day of domesticity :-)
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