Good morning, people. I bid you hello. It’s Monday, it’s sunny for a change, and I’m going to get off my fat ass and do a workout this morning.
I almost had a proper sleep last night. Shawshank and I said our goodnights just as I crawled into bed. Sleep wasn’t far off; I gave Mal some pets and crashed. I think I was just too exhausted from the last few days of anxiety and bullshit.
I had some really weird dreams, however. The only one I can actually remember involved a live crab. Somehow it had gotten out of a tank and I was trying to tell him how to catch it and put it back in the tank. Instead, it scuttled around the office we were in while Shawshank yelled about it. Eventually, it came towards me. It died just as I reached down to pick it up, so I hid it in a closet.
RIP dream crab 🦀
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But I made it through the night. The weather was clear, so no thunder to wake us up in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up about 20 minutes after my alarm went off. I’m not even sure if I turned the alarm off this morning, or if I slept through it. Even the boys were nice enough to let me sleep in.
I spent most of the weekend working on a wreath. This one uses up the last of my copy of Eugenics. I hope there’s enough pages to complete it. It looks like I can, but it’ll be VERY close. This is the second time I’m using branches in its design. This particular wreath has very thin branches, so I’m a little worried about whether I’ll be able to put the birds on them. We’ll see.
That’s the motto of my life right now. We’ll see.
