I had an absolutely wild dream last night. I was at my childhood home, and my mom was there, but we weren’t actually in the town were I grew up, because there was a lava flow that flowed into our house and I had to call 911 and report it. Then while I was trying to get my mom to call my dad and let him know about the lava, I saw a tornado form outside and we had to run to the basement and my mom literally jumped a table to get to the basement where she hid under my grandpa’s old desk and I huddled in a corner and we both tried to avoid the molten rock while the tornado approached.
I’m still not feeling entirely well. The work day went okay. I got some things done. Caught up with my weekly meetings. A lot of meetings today, actually, I had five. More than average for my Wednesdays.
I’m just feeling really tired. I want to feel rested and I’m just not getting there. I hope I feel better tomorrow and even better on Friday. The plan is to bake a pecan pie tomorrow after work for Friday’s potluck. I should probably get an oil change for my car on Saturday morning. The rest of Saturday will be for cookie baking.
Another headache started to come on this evening. Here’s hoping it goes away overnight. I am so tired of having blurry vision in my right eye. It better be reabsorbing whatever it is that it’s supposed to be reabsorbing. I want the greenlight for glasses on the 19th. Even though I won’t get to order them until January. It will at least be the light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope my migraine medication lasts long enough.
My jaw is still sore from yesterday, but it’s improving. The bite feels okay. Chewing feels okay. Maybe it could feel better or maybe I’ll get used to this. If I could change one thing about my life, I would have taken better care of my teeth as a youth. I’m going to end up with crowns on every damn tooth, and that does not make me happy.
I miss Ambrose so much. It’s good that I’m going to Chicago over the winter break, because it would be so hard to be here without him. There’s a part of me that wants to spend the time at home, but I know I need to be around family. And it’s good to spend time with my family. Who knows how many more Christmases I’ll get to spend with my dad?
