I am on my third day with a headache. A situation has been on my mind, one that I cannot fix, but it is something that I wish that I could. Tim and I discuss it. He agrees. But that agreement doesn't solve anything. I pride myself on being practical and sensible. I know for a fact that the only behavior I can change is my own. Despite all that rational thought on the situation, I have a three day headache, and I sleep poorly at night and have dreams. Oh, my goodness. The dreams that I have.
For instance, a storm went through and a tree was looking questionable. So, in my dream, Tim decided to take it down. My dream life mirrors real life: I tried to talk him out of it. Just like real life, he pretty much ignored me, telling me that he knew exactly how it was going to fall. So. He started up the chainsaw and went to work, and the tree fell, hitting another tree which also fell, hitting a final tree which fell on a neighbor's truck which blew up.
That jolted me awake.
Last night was another night of very restless, fragmented dreams which I will not bother to recount, because these ones were not amusing. Just strange.
So I am tired this morning and I still have a headache. I took some excedrin and set my coffee to brewing, walked away and came back to discover that I hadn't put the coffee pot underneath.
Coffee, coffee everywhere, nor any drop to drink.