Urgh. Sleepy. I didn't sleep particularly well last night. I've been trying to sleep on my back or side, propped up on pillows, to help my sinuses. Which didn't work last night, because I still woke up with a headache. I also had a strange dream that turned into a nightmare. The last part was when a young girl (early teens, in a white nightgown) in my charge/household walked off a dock. She was blind, but I realised she did it on purpose. Horrified, I rushed to the end of the dock and frantically searched the churning water. I didn't dive in because I had my contacts in and thus couldn't open my eyes under water to search for her. Then I thought I saw her coming near the surface, and I held out my hand to her, hoping I wouldn't fall in... And then my arm did actually flop over the side of the bed, waking me suddenly and scaring the hell out of me. (I have to assume it was gravity, because one's body is paralysed when one is dreaming. Or perhaps I'd started to come out of the dream just then.) I would have given anything for Ken's warm solid body next to me, so I could turn over and spoon against him and listen to his steady breathing and know everything was okay. Instead, I lay there and willed my heart to calm and did everything I could not to imagine that if I looked toward the side of the bed I?d see the spectre of that girl.

It doesn't seem scary now, but it was then. I ought to look up the meanings of the symbols?

So I did lots of copy editing today, and put a second coat of stain on the library shelves that are ready to be put up (the two uprights will need their second coat on their other sides, which I'll do tomorrow), and spent 45 minutes scrubbing sticky goo off the iron so I can finish ironing my banner. Had a salad at dinnertime because the brown rice I was making didn't cook fast enough, and I had to head out to the Textile Guild meeting (I was giving someone a ride, so I couldn't be late). So I ate veggie stir fry at 10:30 tonight. Lesson learned: when you buy cheap water chestnuts, you get crappy tasting water chestnuts.

Textile Guild was pleasant, and Beathog taught Santine how to warp an inkle loom, which helped remind me how to do it (I've only done it once, under Maren's direction, so I didn't entirely retain the process).

No writing today, which makes me feel crappy, and I also blew off a host of other things, so tomorrow will be busy. I had a bad patch this afternoon when everything seemed looming and stressful and depressing, and I got sad about things I couldn't quite define. As if reading my mind, Ken called, and that made me feel better, just hearing his voice. He was on his way to visit my girlfriend Teresa and have dinner with her. It sounds like they had a good time. Teresa thinks she's the luckiest woman in the world because of her relationship with her hubby Jeff. I of course contend that my beloved Ken makes _me_ the luckiest woman in the world. A challenge of fisticuffs to those who disagree! :-)

I suppose that even though I feel I should be doing stuff, I should just go to bed. Read Barbara Hambly's _Sisters of the Raven_, because I've had it for ages and amazingly not lost myself in it yet, and then sleep. And try to sleep deeply and nightmareless. And hopefully get up at a decent hour tomorrow morning and start this crazy wonderful ride of life all over again. G'night!