So it's really early Sunday morning and here i am.  i guess the new look has increased my writing momentum for a bit.  

     i've got a ton of things to do today - lots of work from the office, and tidying up the office hopefully.  After the adventure yesterday with the cat and the mice, this room looks truly awful and is pretty sticky from the cup of cold tea with sugar that landed everywhere.  i hate when you wipe something up only to discover hours later that you are still sticking to the floor.  

     Himself has been getting some good sleep lately.  For months now He hasn't been able to sleep more than a few hours at a time, which has been leaving Him way too exhausted every day.  This week i decided to give Him a melatonin tablet.  Tada!  Three nights in a row of sleeping like a baby.  This, as a result, has increased His energy level for even more ... errr.. things *eg*.  But aside from that, it's also increased His dream level and He described to me how He's been dealing with the weird ones.

     "I make a paper shredder that sits across the bottom of my dream.  When the dream gets weird I shred it.  And it's a specific paper shredder - long and silver."

     Right.  Should i be moving slowly away, back over to my side of the bed?  This is a far cry from the green envelope with wings that He used to coach me to visualize, when i'd have trouble going to sleep.  Somehow an envelope with wings sounds so much more.... gentle.  Just put those little problems and thoughts inside and let the envelope fly, fly away ... off to dreamland.  

    The paper shredder sounds violent!  

     i thought i'd have trouble getting myself to sleep last night, especially when the cat decided to run through every room like a maniac.  Up, down, over, under.  Like a "Tom and Jerry" cartoon.  (Am i aging myself here?)  But i seemed to do okay, and feel pretty good this a.m.  i also didn't trip over any mouse bodies when i got up.  Yet, anyway.  i'm pretty sure he was chasing a rodent.  Or the catnip went straight to his brain.

     Okay, i think i'm talked out.  my sister is on her way to visit me today and i haven't seen her in forever.  And considering i've outed myself to her, i don't even have to worry about hiding toys this time.  Just concentrate on making a good brunch.

     Perfect.

     “Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”
       --Salvador Dali           

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