Good morning, world. It’s Tuesday, and I’m attempting to write this up without any interruptions (of my own making). I risked taking the melatonin again last night because I wanted to have a solid sleep last. I took a smaller dose the night after the nightmares and I was ok, so I chalked the bad night up to anxiety. Last night, I took my normal dose. My dreams involved me in some type of single mom meets The Brady Bunch situation. In some ways, that’s my ultimate nightmare. However, it wasn’t a scary dream, and I went with it. In reality, my only complaint about last night’s sleep is I left my leggings on and I was too warm. As usual, I did nothing to resolve that issue. As a result, I tossed and turned all morning.
Chaucer is pacing, fruitlessly searching the house for something or someone. Is he looking for Brian? Mal? Whatever he’s looking for, the search continues.
The Teensycola terrarium is still alive.
As far as I can tell, the pennywort is going strong. I think there’s a little bit of chickweed in there, and I haven’t had a chance to identify the little purple flowers, but I believe it might be some henbit. More surprisingly, the fern is still alive. Fibonacci the snail continues to come out, and I find him in different spots in the jar every afternoon.
We’re supposed to go out for lunch today, but I need to be ready earlier than normal. Yesterday’s weather forecast was very wrong, and we saw a lot more rain than we expected. Today is supposed to be clearer, but it’s still way too chilly to go out and spin poi and paint.
Damn it, I need something to entertain myself.
