I just woke up. Well, OK, a little less than an hour ago. I ate leftovers and they did not agree with me. So, I went to bed and ::poof:: fell asleep at about 6:30. At 9:45, I woke up with a start and well, here I am. I will be up all night.
I just found out my medical school brother and his wife are having a girl!! We’re so happy. Now mom has someone to dress in frilly things, and can stop giving Max that measuring look. I know she wants to put him in cute little dresses and make him courtsey. Now, that twisted desire can move to a new grandbaby, and we can breathe a little easier. Way to go little bro!
I dreamed last night that I got laid off. It woke me up, with a list of things I need to do to prepare for that eventuality. It was scarier than any other dream I’ve had in a long long time. For some reason, it was scarier than my “losing Max” series from last year. I blame Mike and our conversation the other day on the way out of the elevator. It wasn’t long, but we were joking about getting laid off, and he turned serious for a second and said, “You know, it happens to everyone sometime.” Mike, of course, could spend more time with his music and writing funny trip reports for his climbing excursions. Me? I think I’d be totally lost. I’ve worked there so long, my whole professional life, that I’m not sure what I’d do. Ok, that’s too much information… I’m going to stop now and watch Iron Chef.