Twice in the last week or so I've been startled away by a dark and foreboding sense of having done something wrong in a dream. I just woke up squealing about 10 minutes ago. Within 10 seconds, the reason for my distress had faded. I lost the problem. But Guinevere freaked out and moved from sleeping on my chest to sleeping on the La-Z-Boy®.
Waking up unexpectedly
I don't plan to delete my LJ (I paid for permanent status, dammit), but this will be the last post. I don't plan to read it anymore, either…
Turns out my insurance is cut off at midnight tonight, not the end of the month. In a way, that's a good thing. Now I'll move my appointment…
A week off, but tomorrow I head to the home office for a week there.