I have been having nightmares that past couple of nights. I wake up startled at 4 am. Last night’s nightmare I was a witness to some crazy woman shooting everyone in the room. She had some sort of smallish gun that could be taken apart. No, not a handgun. A rifle. I don’t know if they were people I knew or not. I woke up when I was begging for my life. Nasty person. She just laughed. She said something about how witty and clever I was, but I was going to die anyway. Lovely. I kept pleading. Luckily, I fell back asleep over an hour later without dreaming the same thing. The previous night someone stole every piece of electronic equipment in the house. Only it wasn’t the same house. I was with other people too. Why is it that I only have these dreams when I sleep alone?

I’ve been wondering why I’m so tired and so out of it all day long. Hmm. Waking up at 4 am and not sleeping again until nearly 6 am will do that.

Good news today is that the white dress is completely white again. The drycleaners did an excellent job. I spent my morning running errands, so I don’t have to tomorrow. My biggest concern now is watching the weather to see if my son makes it here on Friday night. He flies through Denver. Heavy storms like this rarely happen at this time of year.

Time to return to the podcast. I have a list of changes to make. Minor, but time-consuming.