I came home and took a whole benadryl coma nap in Metallica t shirt and gym shorts. Woke up underwater at nearly noon.
I have this vivid picture of an addition to the Whitley house that never existed. Like a spa room, with skylights and a very elaborate hot tub. It comes up in a dream about once a year. This time there was a contractor in and the tub was tarped off. Fetid and full of bugs. I wonder what that could mean.
Hector’s still wrapped up in the blanket and making gremlin sounds. Just barely hugging the edge of the bed.