I left work at 5:20 p.m. yesterday, even though I had a ton of crap to do. Mr. Sloane and his nephew Jordan were at my place, but they took off shortly to go see a new movie screening. Hurray for little sisters and aunts that run promotions for movies. Jordan had been playing my Azurik game which I've never opened. So after he left I played it for about 10 minutes…
Then the next thing I remember is the phone ringing around 9:30 p.m. It's Jason wanting to know if I want to go out. Yeah, I don't think so. Apparently my body is craving sleep. I fall back asleep within minutes. And wake up minutes ago at my normal rising time. I feel refreshed. Wow!
Wild dreams of a camp like experience on a partly submerged water tower in the ocean, with criminal overseers that I am trying to get away from. Grated walkways partially submerged. Afterward trying to retrieve a back pack from a silty wreck of the water tower that is now miraculously next to shore and having to climb a hundred year old ladder built into a wooden retaining wall holding back the ocean, then pointing out to unsuspecting others that their packs may also be on the ocean floor.
Sorry I didn't make it out last night. I love you all but sleep is priority number 1.