The painters returned to work today, after a week's hiatus. Personally, I believe that they took a week's vacation in Cancun, but maybe they were actually working on some commercial job, as they claim. (Which reminds me of Wesley's famous line from The Princess Bride, "As you wish". I guess you have to be named Buttercup to have someone say that to you. And mean it.)

Yesterday afternoon during part of the time I tried to spend "relaxing", Rebecca had the TV show "I Love the 80s" on. Did we really have hair like that? Did we actually wear intentionally ripped jeans (and pay a lot of money for them!)? Did our TVs in fact tune in to such shows as A Different World and Growing Pains? Did anyone really see Beaches? And like it?! What an atrocious decade. It was only topped by the 70s, the decade in which I graduated from college, and had to try to find an interview suit when all that stores carried was sleazy disco crap.

Dreams: I was at work, though the dream-work place did not bear any resemblance to the actual place I work. We were having some sort of meeting in which one of my peers and I were going to be talking in front of a group. We were waiting for everyone to arrive and be seated and he and I were sitting next to each other. He had his arm around me with his hand inside my top on my waist. I was leaning toward him, my head almost on his shoulder. I knew this was inappropriate behavior and wondered if anyone would notice.

The scene shifted and I was with our ex-CFO talking about the monthly close of the books. We were discussing where to go out to dinner to celebrate. The celebration, apparently for getting the books closed, was going to involve a lot of people. I suggested someplace very nice – Morton’s, Sullivan’s, Ruth’s Chris – but he was hesitant due to the cost, despite those places being some of his favorite restaurant.

After waking up about 15 minutes before my alarm went off, I fell soundly back to sleep, and dreamt of driving in a car with a man who was helping me look for a wealthy husband. His definition of wealthy was someone who netted at least $10M/month. I suggested that I didn’t need that much and could get by on $100,000/month. The dream me sounds very concerned about money and making sure someone provides for me. Which is strange, because I’ve always been the primary breadwinner, when I was by myself, of course, but even since I’ve been married.