Monday...yes, it sure was...

Well, lots of people took their stoopid pills yesterday with their breakfast. Gah! All day it was one thing after another. I was wiped when I got home. Mel was already a busy bee with cleaning up the front room and putting things away. I went through the mail and then started in on the kitchen. We got things ready by 630 along with me making dinner of bacon and eggs. Scribble was small but good. It was good conversation, painting and other baronial business. All good. I felt accomplished when I went to bed which was good.

Course I've been having wacky bobo dreams and was hoping that last night would be different. See, I keep having this recurring sequential dream (the theme is recurring and time keeps moving forward) where I've been given a death sentence(by lethal injection) and I'm out and about in the world and people are upset about it but no one can do anything about it. Last nights rendition was about mom, mel and I going to disney land but a New Orleans version with odd gothic stuff and then we were antiquing in the park and had to hurry to buy a vase cause I of my scheduled death. yeah, I woke myself up before we got to that part. Ugh. Very odd. It can go away now. Thanks.

Hopefully will be better. Cause minus the few hours of entertaining fun at scribble it was a sucky day. I almost didn't want to come in today. Ugh. Well, here we go.