I woke up this morning after having a bad dream. I occasionally still get work dreams even though I’m retired. Usually, they involve being forced to go back to work in the hospital. Whoever is in charge gives me more patients to see than anyone else, and I can’t figure out how to get around the hospital or make the computer system work. (OK, that last was a reality most days at work when I was still doing hospital work.)
In this morning’s dream, I wasn’t feeling well, and finally keeled over and passed out on the floor in the middle of a busy clinic. Nobody paid any attention, just kept walking around me and going about their business.
On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t go back to bed.
Once I was awake, I looked at the news. The first piece I read was about how Republicans all over the country are targeting Dr. Fauci, to the point where he is getting death threats, as is his family. There was a link to an attack ad by some lunatic running for governor in Nebraska. I made the mistake of clicking on that link. You should too, so I’m not alone in my misery.
The next article I read is about the “big one” that is due to hit the Pacific Northwest any time now. It outlined in detail what will happen to all the people living on the Washington coast when the 9.0 earthquake hits us, as it eventually will.
Nice. Go back to bed, dream about work. Stay awake, brood about an earthquake and the massive wall of water loaded with houses and boulders headed my way.
I decided to get up and distract myself by reading knitting blogs. How depressing could that be?
And then straight away I dumped my cereal and milk on the kitchen floor.
I was planning on doing a few rows on that lace shawl that I’ve been working on forever. After the way the day has started, that is not happening.
Well, your day can only go up from here!
I woke up yesterday, read the news, tried to figure a meal plan for this week that was within our budget and just got into a MOOD. I told some folks I feel like I’m in the prequel to every dystopian novel I have ever read.
Today is better. I’m counting my blessings and focusing on those. I hope your day gets better as well.
I just cannot sometimes with the morning news and the craziness. I can usually tolerate some but Dana likes to watch Meet the Press on Sunday mornings. I like the show but I can no longer handle it, especially on a Sunday morning when I’m trying to head to church and forget about all of this for just a few hours. He insists! At least now I have him convinced to go to the other side of the house.
Urg, we’ll I’m sure kitties were delighted with spilled milk.
Some days are just like that. I always tell myself that at least I got it out of the way for a while.
Oh, yes, that kind of morning is no time to pick up lace knitting! I hope your day gets better.
We all have those kind of days. A comfortable chair, a cat, coffee (or tea) and a book could make things a lot better.
Ouch. That was a bad day. Hope today was better. Sounds like you need the Serenity Prayer. For the most part, I no longer allow negative things that I can’t influence affect me.
Ugh, I hate the morning after a bad dream feeling. Tea (warm, not scalding) in a sunny spot sounds like a good idea right now.