Dream Hangover

For three nights in a row, I’ve had dreams about my dad.  I usually remember more about him in the summertime anyway, but he’s been gone 19 years now, so dreams don’t come so often.

When I woke up this morning, the sun was already shining bright on the door of the closet.  I couldn’t believe it was so late.  I remember Husband getting dressed for work, and asking what day is it.  That would have been about 7am.  Next thing I know, the clock says twenty minutes til nine, and I didn’t believe it so I called the Time/Temperature lady and her automated voice said 8:43.

My mind is jumbled mess right now.
This doesn’t bode well for the day’s interactions.

the day outside is bright with sunshine
the bird calls are often and cheerful

I hope these are enough to send off what lingers from fitful sleep.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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