I’ve been having huge insane dreams the past few nights. It’s starting to tire me out, since apparently when I have these stressful dreams I don’t sleep very well. Two nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night and thought Dayle, sleeping next to me in bed, was dead. I couldn’t see him breathing. It quite scared me. I ended up poking him in the ribs a bunch of times – he was sleeping deeply enough that it took a good six or seven pokes before he even twitched – then he started purring. I was happy he wasn’t dead. Go figure.

I’m off to work again. I feel pretty cruddy today. Ah well, no big deal.