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I hope six or seven is reasonable. That's all I seemed to do as well as have vivid dreams.
… paused due to keyboard issues.
The morning after several(!) restarts, the keyboard is obeying me.
Saturday was unusual as I just kept nodding off. The most vivid dream centred around the fact that there was a municipal election (which we never have on a Saturday). I had not intended to vote but was dragged out of the house by SuM and S. who then promptly disappeared(?). I ended up in a socially-distanced line with an anonymous gay guy outside a library. But, by the time we got inside, it was 3 PM, there were only three officials who were packing up and said the polls were closed. So we left and he was helping me down the stone stairs, remarking upon my need to hold his hand. And then I woke up.
At least I'd started the day with a faint memory of what Easter Saturday should have been like with my chosen sisters. I had the institutional version of a Swiss Chalet meal (boneless roast chicken thigh in lots of sauce, crinkle-cut fries, and mixed veggies for brekkie. I sent my sis RS a long email and later texted Jan. She and I went back and forth, joking. She'd actually dreamed we were at the restaurant and was disoriented when she woke up.
I think I goofed with my pill taking, having 3 Robax at 3 p.m. So, as I was not in pain at 8, I didn't take any until it was time for bed.
Beyong the limited TV offerings, I watched Friday's MacGyver which was another sad (sacrificing dad) and terrifying story about the naivete of a grey-hat hacker thinking she's doing the right thing. She thought she was only pointing out security risks but was helping the meltdown of the nuclear plant serving L.A. that would result in the deaths of millions.
… paused due to keyboard issues.
The morning after several(!) restarts, the keyboard is obeying me.
Saturday was unusual as I just kept nodding off. The most vivid dream centred around the fact that there was a municipal election (which we never have on a Saturday). I had not intended to vote but was dragged out of the house by SuM and S. who then promptly disappeared(?). I ended up in a socially-distanced line with an anonymous gay guy outside a library. But, by the time we got inside, it was 3 PM, there were only three officials who were packing up and said the polls were closed. So we left and he was helping me down the stone stairs, remarking upon my need to hold his hand. And then I woke up.
At least I'd started the day with a faint memory of what Easter Saturday should have been like with my chosen sisters. I had the institutional version of a Swiss Chalet meal (boneless roast chicken thigh in lots of sauce, crinkle-cut fries, and mixed veggies for brekkie. I sent my sis RS a long email and later texted Jan. She and I went back and forth, joking. She'd actually dreamed we were at the restaurant and was disoriented when she woke up.
I think I goofed with my pill taking, having 3 Robax at 3 p.m. So, as I was not in pain at 8, I didn't take any until it was time for bed.
Beyong the limited TV offerings, I watched Friday's MacGyver which was another sad (sacrificing dad) and terrifying story about the naivete of a grey-hat hacker thinking she's doing the right thing. She thought she was only pointing out security risks but was helping the meltdown of the nuclear plant serving L.A. that would result in the deaths of millions.
