Good morning ya'll.
My arms hurt. After 150 pounds of feed, 3 bags of shavings, and cleaning the coop, I'm actually grateful it's my arms that hurt and not my back. I have been doing my back exercises, and am lifting correctly. Yay me.
But my arms ache. And hauling snare drums and cymbals from the bandroom to the stage and back to the band room yesterday was not fun.
DD played the suspended cymbal with such enthusiasm that she had to be reminded by the conductor that some of the rolls were (
p). I was proud. She takes after her momma.
Last night I dreamed I was being chased by a grey dude with a bomb. He followed me in the dream where I was hanging out with friends. In the dream where I was in a high rise, high class apartment, bomb-dude bribed the building supervisor and was LET INTO the apartment. I was on the phone with some friends from NJ, so I had to tell them to get out of town, because of bomb-dude. But somehow I got away.
Bomb dude screwed up in the next dream, and cornered me in a dark, cold, alley while it was raining. I despise being cold and wet. I was engulfed in a Beaner-style fury and kicked bomb-dude in the.... bombs. I waited a second, and since we didn't explode I kicked him in the head and ran away.
I feel like I basically ran all night.
I woke up and the cats were pinning me to the bed. I gave them both a hug and asked why they let me have such miserable dreams. They gave me a
look and went back to my feet and back to sleep. Slackers.
I hugged them more forcibly and told them how lucky they are that I don't sleep walk any more.
Now I am expected to actually work at work. Oh the agony. There is a storm on the way, and I can feel it in my sinuses. Not just the easy ones 'under' my eyes, but the ones above my eyes. My sleepy eyes that wish I could go back to bed. <sigh>