I had a very peculiar dream this morning. I was at my childhood home and my mom was driving a car and my brother and her had somehow regressed in time and stature. She crashed the car in a neighbor’s driveway after my dad used a referee type whistle and distracted her.
I ended up setting the alarm for 6:30 instead of 6. I just spent too much time not getting ready for bed last night. Not doing much better tonight, though I’m on the move a bit earlier. I’m looking forward to being able to exercise, but I’m also feeling kind of down and lethargic today. Though the skies have been gorgeous, and my prunes turned out wonderfully.
After I took the prunes out I chopped up some pears and stuck them in the dehydrator. They’ll need more time tomorrow, but I got them started tonight. I took a piece that was partially done and it was like a warm dessert pear. Delicious.
Fourteen months since Ambrose died. I don’t know if I’m thinking of the months passed because I didn’t think of it last month or maybe because this month is my birthday month. And the anniversary of when Chris Hill killed himself is coming up in a week as well. Twenty four years since that one happened and it still hurts my heart.
Today my vision seemed to be doing better. I’ve been better able to focus my eyes together at close distances. It still feels like I’m wearing the wrong prescription on the right eye, but it’s still improving. Though I’m still very dry when I wake up. It’s like there’s a layer of dryness when I first wake up that gradually goes away. I’m still doing an eye drop first thing in the morning. I’m supposed to continue until the bottle is empty, which by my calculations will be a couple of months.
My tummy hurts a bit this evening. I’m going to blame the impending period for that. No signs yet that it will be here soon, but lately it has taken to surprising me with an abrupt arrival, so maybe that will happen. Time to get to bed.
