|07:54 am - Christmas at Ground Zero|
The switch has been flipped. I'm now officially suffering from travel anxiety.
Ow, my eyes. The lights just switched on here at work.
( I probably won't go into too many details, but this is the dream I woke up from this morningCollapse )
Anyway, despite some humour, I woke up at 4:30 with my stomach all in knots and my heart racing. I read a little bit, but that bothered hoppie (although he lied and said it didn't. That's so sweet.) He asked me to tell him my dream. Told me it would be okay. I told him I thought travel anxiety had officially started and I felt stressed. I gave up trying to sleep around 5:30. And when I went to kiss him goodbye, he asked me what time it was and when I told him, he patted my hand and said, "You tried." That was sweet too.
Additionally, I talked to him last night about getting (myself) a massage for my birthday. He laughed. He's like, "You do remember that your body aches whenever anyone tries to massage you for longer than a minute, right?"
"Yeah, I told Delia about that. She said there are alternatives to deep-tissue massage."
"She'd better have some alternatives to shallow-tissue massage too."
"She has hot stones, too. That sounds soothing"
A bark of laughter. "I would pay money to see that."
Current Mood: tired
|08:43 am - Silence on the airwaves|
David Brudnoy. A class act. I have no words. I will miss you.
Current Mood: sad
|05:28 pm - Vacation|
Emma: I have to finish out all these projects and loose ends today before I start my vacation!
Blinky: You're going on vacation? For how long.
Emma: One day.
Blinky: (Backing up) Well, won't that be exciting.
I'll be back Monday. Enjoy your weekend.