I’m kicking off the work week in style. I’m out on the porch of The House on the Hill in my pajamas writing this blog post. It’s a bit chilly and I’m loving it.
As I mentioned last week, I purposely get up early on Mondays to write the Coffee Club posts because I want to start off the week in Writer Mode. I might have to spend the day chained to a desk at work, but if I begin my Monday with a little writing, all is well.
This week should be better than last. My partner was on vacation last week, so that made for a hectic week. Those dual power outages on Wednesday (Hump Day plus!) didn’t help at all, either.
Here’s hoping that these next five days pass without incident.
As seems to be the case lately, I’ve got another weird Sunday night dream to report. In this one, I was a spy working in Japan (I know the Japanese are our allies, but I’m just telling you how it went down) and I had to smuggle some sort of device out of the country.
Several attempts had already been made to swipe this item from me, so I finally had to secure an escort from the US Embassy to make it to the airport.
Before I could leave the country, though, I had to play in a softball tournament. What kind of cover is that for a field agent? Who’s my handler? I’m not so sure about this!
I am reading a Tom Clancy novel now, so that might explain the spy theme. However, the action takes place mostly in Iran and some of the former Soviet Republics. So, I’m not sure why Japan was the setting for my dream, and why I was a softball star.
Speaking of my athletic side, the running is going very well. I have lost 9 lbs over the past five weeks, and I am very pleased. I’m still running five days a week and watching what I eat. Monday is one of my two rest days, but I have lifted weights this morning.
Back to my weird dreams…I really expected I was going to dream about Batgirl last night. I wrote two posts this weekend in which she was central to the theme, but alas, she did not swoop into my midnight mind movie to flirt with me.
I’m always surprised that I don’t dream about The Devil. I write about him every Sunday night, but he never spends the night in my head. Maybe he’s worked out something with Freddy Krueger that prevents him from entering nightmares. Who knows?
Well, I guess it’s time to wrap up this post and spend a little quiet time enjoying this lovely Summer morning. The neighborhood around The House on the Hill is so quiet right now, and it really allows me to just relax.
Hope you all have a great Monday. Help yourself to some coffee. There’s plenty!