A Very Angry Wombat
So, I’ve gotten a million things done today and yesterday. I’ve had these two days off, and I decided to try and make the most of them by actually accomplishing things that needed to be done, instead of spending the whole time procrastinating, which is my natural state of being.
Yesterday I knocked out a lot of shopping for Congo (bug spray for my clothes, those bags that squish your stuff so you can pack more in your suitcase, boxes of Clif Bars, and so on) and for non-Congo (that would be grocery shopping). I was Jonesing for some burgers, so I made some cheeseburgers and homemade fries, and they were delish. (And the whole meal–including peas, oh boy!–cost less than going out for burgers, even though I used hormone-free meat etc.)
Today, I cleaned the entire house except the office, dealt with some weeds and stray branches in the yard, and finished Heart of Darkness. I’m trying to decide if there is any good reason against taking a nap this afternoon. Not sure there is one. However, there are a few more items on the to-do list that would be good to knock out before I catch some zzzz’s. I’ve got to go over the taxes again and get those ready to go out, and there are a few other paperwork items I’d like to get done before the weekend.
Oh, yeah, the subject of this post. I’ve been having very odd dreams lately. This Sunday I will take my first anti-malaria pill, and one of the side effects is having very vivid dreams. So apparently I’m just getting a jumpstart on that. The other night I dreamed that I had a baby. He was several days old, but I still hadn’t named him, and I kept forgetting to feed him. In fact, I kept forgetting he existed. Jesse was the only one who remembered to feed him, but he was feeding him things like leftover bean burritos. I told him I didn’t think our baby was old enough for that kind of food, but I wasn’t quite sure, since it seemed to have gone well so far.
Then last night, dream-Jesse and my dream-self went to a Florida elementary school where we had supposedly met, at the monkey bars. It was night, and we drove right up onto the field behind the school. Then, we encountered a squirrel who was misbehaving in some way. Jesse fussed at the squirrel, which then turned into a wombat, and then the creature began to attack me. It was quite a surly little beast, and I don’t know if you’ve ever been attacked by a wombat, but let me tell you it’s terrifying.
Update: Here’s a picture of a wombat, for those of you who didn’t click the link. Oh, sure, he looks cute enough. Until he’s hurling himself toward your face.



