It’s Friday. Or, as I’m calling it, the third installment of “CRYSTAL JUST WANTS TO FRIGGING SLEEP”. I’ve been up since about 3:15am, so about the last five, almost six hours now. I didn’t have a lot of trouble getting to sleep; it wasn’t exactly easy, but it wasn’t as bad as the night before.…
The dream started out just fine. I was walking through the streets in my area. It wasn’t our usual post-dinner evening walk route, and I was alone. The trees were bare and leaves crunched underfoot. An elderly woman worked in her front yard, some late season tending of her garden. We waved to each other…
Monday’s drive in was rough. There wasn’t any traffic, no construction, but I was already anxious about the repair estimate. Anxiety breeds more anxiety, and that just results in everything being a gateway to remembering things that my mind won’t let me forget, bringing everything back and to the forefront. In this case, it was…