Weirdest. Dream. Ever. Last night.
I won't tell you the whole thing because you'll just feel insane if I do but here are some of the main characters: My grandpa. Dozens of hungry octopuses. A guy who microwaved a cat.
I was toolin' around this morning, talking to the cats. What's up buddy? What's up fluff -- STOP IT. STOP CHEWING ON THAT. And I realized I'm getting a little stir crazy. Cats are fine company until you realize you haven't had a meaningful conversation with another human being (aside from your spouse) in a week.
So I went to the grocery store. Which I believe I've mentioned before -- I really hate. That's a whole other story. But the point is, I spoke with a few people there. Hello. How are you. Thank you. It was good.
And then I went home and made myself a tuna melt and the cats were going crazy because they could smell the tuna, and I was talking to them again. What is it, buddy? You like the smell of -- GET DOWN. STOP IT. CUT IT OUT.
So I made a few phone calls. It was good. Humans. Adults. I spoke with them. I'm scheduling lunches, dinners, outings with adult humans. I'm scheduling meetings with contractors. I shut the office door so the cats can't get in. I talk to them, but let's face it, they don't understand a word I'm saying, much as they pretend to, and I end up feeling cuckoo.
Yoga yesterday was invigorating. I didn't cry. I laughed. I had energy when I came home, more energy than I've had in a while.
I am distressed about the oil spill in the Gulf and can't watch the news or read articles about it. Maybe that is why I dreamed about hungry octopi.
I haven't decided on my main characters' names yet. This is a bit of a setback.