After an afternoon passed in somber work (though done with some cheer) and an enormous meal after that nearly through us both into hibernation I suppose it is no surprise that I dozed off on the couch watching a movie. And with the weight of protein and the subject matter of the telly and then this movie weird dreams are to be expected. Still I was quite surprised when I kicked, in my sleep, and knocked a cup across the living room, breaking it. And giving up the couch after that for the bed I continued to have very strange dreams that sourced each other in complex ways. For the additional three or four hours in bed, I can only blame the sleep rays emitted by the cats, as hypothesized by leading researchers.
How has your Sunday been, or Saturday night?