Today was a heavy day. I had another dream of volcanic eruption. Not my childhood home this time at least. I watched from a motel window while fire erupted into the sky and then watched house-sized boulders still gleaming with heat roll down the road before everything collapsed into a sinkhole.
Even when the dreams are intense, they aren’t scary. They aren’t nightmares. It makes me want to watch the movie Arachnophobia again to see if I will still get nightmares from watching it or not. I actually like watching that film, but it truly did give me nightmares of giant spiders with great consistency. Though that was many years ago by now.
I wanted to get a story written today. I did not get a story written today. I wanted to do laundry. That also did not get done. Nor any of the cleaning that I’ve been wanting to get done. But I did walk to the mailbox to check the mail from yesterday. I did have a good family zoom. I did go grocery shopping and get more bread.
I think I’ve cracked the code for the right amount of liquid to put in my overnight oats. Half a cup of oats with 1/3 cup water and 1/3 cup milk did well enough this morning that I made three more for the week coming up. I’ll do breakfast sandwiches the other two days. I do like the idea of prepping all the breakfasts on Sunday for the week. I’ve got 30 grams of raisins, 14 grams of walnuts, and some cinnamon in there along with the oats and liquid. Two sessions of 33 seconds in the microwave and it’s pleasantly warm for eating.
I listened to the recording of the song I made yesterday to remind me how it went when I was walking to the mailbox. I still like it. I want to record a better version and share it with a friend because I thought of her while I was writing it, and a loss that she has been through.
I need to get packed for Chicago. It’s a lot colder there than here. Single digits this morning. I need to pack long underwear. Hats. Scarves. I probably should have packed today. At least started. But I didn’t. I’ll need to be packed by Thursday since I’m planning on spending Friday night with a friend. I hope that works out.
I still have time to write the story. Maybe I will get it done. And maybe I won’t. I’m going to give myself a pass for not being able to write a holiday story this year, but I have started thinking about it. It might happen.
I promised myself that I’d keep up with Survivor this season. I’m having a hard time these last couple of weeks in keeping that promise to myself. It just feels harder and harder to watch it without Ambrose. And I’m not liking how it’s going overall. Some of the contestants annoy me greatly. I’ll try to get started on last week’s episode while I eat breakfast tomorrow.
