It's another foggy , damp morning here. I think this has got to be the wettest, coolest spring in a long time ! I am beginning to wonder if the sun actually exists beyond the clouds. Nick is still sick , my lungs are still rattling around crud and so sessions of being 9 (exercise) have been limited to inside. I seriously entertained the idea of sliding down the banisters for a time, but my almost 52 yr old frame told me this might be a really bad idea- so I skipped it. I could only imagine the conversation the paramedics might have had it they had been called to rescue me from injury on this one !
The congestion in my lungs is making me bark like a seal when I first go to bed and then fall into a deep comma like sleep where I am entertained by the weirdest dreams. My dreams have always been entertaining , but of late they seem to point to mental puzzles. In one I was dusting a shelf in my bedroom that contains a vial with a small portion of my father's ashes. In the dream I picked it up to dust and he materialized behind me, tapping on my shoulders , telling me to give him back his legs. In another my middle sister died and the biggest dilemma was how to get her coffin into the crawl space of my parent's home. They were not scary, but weirdly amusing. Dreams happen in deep sleep, and the fact that I am dreaming indicates that I am getting some deep, restful sleep. It is one of the important factors in weight loss, and perhaps I have been living on too little sleep for too long. What can I say- I'm a mom and quiet hours are often the only time you can think and do things without interruption !
We are trying to see if Nick and I can share a computer instead of buying another one for me in a month. I really feel bad about all of us having our own computers here, as it can lead to evenings of everyone being in the same room but no words are exchanged. Do three people REALLY need to be that connected to the WWW ? I think not. However, the downside to this is that I do not get as much time to comment, chat on facebook and so forth. Once again that is not really a bad thing. I can live without the knowledge that my nieces are looking for farmville cows or that my son's Kiss of the Day is his uncle ( he set that one up wrong and so it is a constant joke to us). This encourages me to go forth and do things old school- like reading books, puttering around the house and allowing my 9 year old to play often. It's a good thing !