I had a nightmare last night, not the monster kind, but the type in which the scenario is edgy, to say the least. I woke up in this dream, thinking, Oh, I was dreaming, only to realize I had gone to sleep in the dream and awoken in it. If I had been unsettled before by the odd goings-on, including being in California in August and finding it snowing, the fake wake-up was really scary. Dead relatives were in it, including an aunt who had a large topless and bottomless Campbell’s  soup can on her foot because a doctor had prescribed it for a crooked foot.

Then there was the unknown toddler thing: A girl wandering around on unsteady legs. I was supposed to go to a school, but I couldn’t get the administration to acknowledge my presence. (That segment has been in my dreams before.) And, on top of everything – literally as well figuratively –  the curtains were failing down all over the place as the snow blew around outside.

I did not believe when I went to sleep last night I would be so glad to truly wake up to a request for help from the guy who badly sprained/possible re-injured his totally screwed-up bone and metal formerly broken lower leg/ankle just two days ago.

Monday Shane goes to the vet again; then in the afternoon, Mother’s cat has an appointment. My grass isn’t growing, but the weeds are . . . GRUMBLE; and this is not my year for tomato production: DRAT. It’s all better than the unknown toddler, the snow, and the school that was a deaf Horton who could not hear this AmeliaJake Who.