I’ve had a weird afternoon. I read this morning until just about noon at which point I was feeling sleepy. I decided to take a nap. Heck, it’s the weekend, right, and I’ve been working hard. So I climbed into bed, put on some music, and proceeded to fall asleep. For three hours! I can’t recall the last time I decided to doze off in the early afternoon, and then proceed to sleep half of the afternoon away!
While sleeping, I had a dream that I had a son. He must have been about three or four years old in my dream and he kind of looked like me. At one point, I caught him staring at me in an innocent, three-year old kind of way and when I looked back at him, and realized that he was my son, I got this eerie feeling, as if I suddenly knew what all parents know about their kids, all of the pride and joy and frustration and disappointment, the hope and the fear all rolled up into one fraction of a second–and then it passed. There were other parts to the dream, but I don’t remember them clearly. Needless to say I was relieved when I woke up.
No gym again today. I’ve only been to the gym 3 times in the last 8 days and so this week was more or less a wash because of being sick (and lazy). I’m starting up the routine and again on Monday, continuing from where I left off. And I’m getting back on the wagon with respect to eating well, which I having been doing so much of lately.