Breakfast - it's what's for dinner

I won't bore you with my typical diatribe about my typically crappy day - other than to say I had over 20 e-mails waiting for me this morning, of varying (and debatable) levels of importance. Actually, today wasn't really that bad. We're getting a new temp, though. Long story - lets just say this one can't devote herself to a full workweek like we need and is probably paid too much for the level of work she's being asked to do. So there you have it. Nice and succint, that.

After work my husband and I didn't feel like cooking, but we also couldn't figure out what we wanted to eat, either. So we just ended up at the diner up the street because I really wanted a cup of good, plain old coffee of the non-fancy variety. We had breakfast for dinner. It was at the very least satisfying.

I was supposed to call M this evening. But there was some stuff going on with my husband's friend/co-worker at his second job, so after dinner we made a trip up there to talk and by the time we got home and got settled, it was pretty late. I'll try to connect tomorrow, okay?

Oh - I should point out that my husband's friend/co-worker is recovering from a recent heart attack, so he got some mail from a "fan" yesterday that included a bunch of pasta fixins, some fiber and Omega-3 supplements and various other health foods. Those were promptly left in the common area for others in the building to help themselves to.



Since I'm just adding to Tuesday's post instead of doing a new one, I'll tell you about the dream I had last night. First, I think I may have gotten about three, maybe four hours of sleep at the most. I couldn't get comfortable, and I woke up a couple of times. The dream started out with me going to watch a movie at the auditorium here at work with some people who I guess were supposed to be friends of mine, but aren't familiar to me in real life at all. It would seem that my dream self decided that a dream version of the beginning of Cloverfield would be a good film selection to kick things off. Which is where the talking animals come in. On the floor of the auditorium were a guinea pig, a couple of rabbits and something that might have been a small shaggy dog, but since this was a dream it could've been a freaking tribble for all I know. They were talking, and I could make sense of what they were saying, which was something about a pet-shop rumor about a disease that was making small, previously herbivorous woodland animals become vicious and aggressive meat eaters. And the meat of choice mainly being people. My dream then transitions from the auditorium directly to the interior of my house late at night. And not a dream version of my house, but my house, in exact detail as I'd left it that night when I finally went to bed. The cat was there, as well as my husband (who was outside, along with the dog), some stranger who seemed to be our roommate, and the roommate's small black and white rabbit. The kid was conspicuously absent. The roomate (or whoever this stranger was supposed to be) and I were standing at my back door, which is a sliding glass patio style looking out over the back porch and pool, and the fenced-in backyard. The back porch light was on, and somehow the whole backyard was slightly more illuminated than normal. My husband was apparently outside in the laundry room (I don't know what for, maybe doing laundry because we'll need clean linens to face the coming mammalian doom that awaits us...) and the dog was standing right at the patio door. I heard the small rabbit in the kitchen whisper (in a very small-sounding voice, like a child): "They're here". And just then a bunch of shapes appear on the top of my fenceline, just small silhouettes in the dark. The dog starts to physically throw herself against the glass door. She's panicked and frothing at the mouth. The cat just stands there in a more fluffed up state than I've ever seen, hissing. As I watch, the shapes descend into the yard and I can see the red glow of a dozen beady little eyes as they advance up to the edge of the pool. I open the door and the dog pushes herself into the house and runs to hide and tremble under the kitchen table. I shout for my husband to get in, and as he runs to the door I see the creepy little animals fully in the light of the porch, just as my husband slips into the house and we slam the door shut. Then I woke up.

So there you have have it: I dream of zombie rabbits. I think I need therapy...