Good morning, my lovely friends.
Since the pre-arraignment meeting previously scheduled for today was cancelled, we both have the day off. It was nice to get a bit of a sleep-in. Both of us were woken up by a huge thunderstorm that passed through overnight. He went around the house, shutting windows. I woke up long enough to think “this is awesome” before falling sleep again.
I had more strange, melatonin-fueled dreams. First came the dream where I was in the middle of describing just how much strength pole dancing takes, and the DEA was going to raid the house, and I was trying to sneak out. Then came a dream about being in London, in a pub that had a particularly violent history but was now a tourist attraction. A fight broke out, and I was chased by someone wielding a baby harnessed to a broomstick.
This morning, I’m going to do some dishes. He’s going to mow the lawn, or so he says. I’m going to write up an arm workout to do while he’s mowing. Other than that, and maybe a trip to the grocery store for lunch stuff, the day is not going to be busy.
Happy Tuesday. I raise my mug to you ☕
You have the wildest dreams! Have a great day Crystal!