Spring cleaning my brain and my house...

I went to bed last night fully expecting to sleep hard; it was a long week, and a busy Saturday, and yesterday, we went to Tilton to stock up on things at the humongous BJs store. I slept, but woke up around 4am from a banger of a nightmare. I was about to be publicly executed for being a supporter of the arts. I don't recall the whole dream (thankfully), but I know I'd agreed to it, to save other people. I was going to be the "example"-- but when the moments ticked down, I was panicky, and the goons who were to do the deed kept reminding me of the deal I'd struck.

O heavens. It was one of those dreams that you don't want to try to go back to sleep right away, because you know you'll be right back in it. I did eventually get back to sleep, but it was a jumble of images crashing through my head. Not a good thing to be found. As a result, I'm a little groggy this morning, and I'm very grateful that I am not struggling to get ready to go to work. 

I do have a to-do list, but all told, it ought to take me no more than two hours to accomplish it all. So, I'm not rushing all that much. I want to wash the living room floor; the rest of the stuff is mundane bits of huswifery (folding laundry, cleaning bathrooms, etc.). 

Right now, though, I'm working through this brain fog and tense muscle beginning to the day. It's pretty telling that the news cycle is as fraught as it is, if that's the sort of dream my brain is puking up. I need some fresh air and sunshine, and thankfully, the forecast looks like it just might deliver. 

Open the windows and blow the dust (literal and metaphorical) out of the house.

C




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