Today I felt so much better that I was highly productive. Or maybe the fact that grades are due at 2:00 p.m. tomorrow was enough to light a fire under me. This is the closest I've come in a long time to hitting the deadline, and it should teach me something about the perils of procrastination, but honestly if I haven't learned yet I probably won't. Even with delay/illness/slacking, my grades are now turned in. Praise the Lord!
In the midst of being productive, I had to stop and take a short nap. Of course I know there are maladies that are much more serious than the flu, but it really has taken a lot out of me! Today was the first day I ate anything other than toast and a bite or two of chicken, and it was the first day I didn't just lie around all day. So by mid-afternoon, I needed (and deserved) a nap. It took me no time to fall asleep even though my cable froze up on CNN and I had German riots going on in the background. On the TV, in case that wasn't clear.
My dreaming mind led me into a relationship with a handsome man. He looked like Ryan Gosling a little but not quite as built. I expect that when Mr. Gosling is sixty or so, his body may not look as good as it does now, but I could be wrong. Anyway, I was married to this man, and he was in a uniform, law enforcement of some type, I think. I was in some swingy Donna Reed-type dress. It was the fourth of July and we had a huge house. We were lying casually on our bed, fully dressed, looking out of the windows. They were those amazing jalousie windows (I'm not sure I'm spelling that right and don't feel like looking it up), the kind with slats of glass and cranks to open and close them. Our house was on a hill, and I suggested we go to "the TV room" -- a large room with one curved wall and several leather sofas, as well as many windows, on the upper floor -- to watch the fireworks. I don't know whether we did or not. I thought I had drifted off in my dream and felt a knee in my back. I awoke, in the dream and then in real life. What I felt on my back wasn't my sweet husband's knee; it was Mazie's paw. It was almost five in the evening.
I would have tried to recapture the dream, but I needed to finish entering grades. Mazie and Sophia wanted to go out, and I needed to water my plants. Back to reality. The dream was nice while it lasted.
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