Of Matilda and Mid-day Nightmares

13,848 Days Alive

2 Rows Crocheted

I had a pair of awful nightmares today. This morning, it was all about my father, M.R, who came back from the dead only to die again.

And then I had a similar nightmare this afternoon durning a well-deserved nap. I hate it. I woke up feeling like I could cry both times. And now I’m in this sad funk.

I didn’t do much today, just enjoyed the day off. No work tomorrow, thankfully, for the holiday.

Hopefully no nightmares tonight. And no waking up in tears tomorrow.

I’m going to go watch a movie with Mellon.

Take your meds, folks.