It’s not that the day was horrible, it’s just that it started at 3 a.m. with a bad dream. And it’s not that the dream was a nightmare, it’s just that it was BAD. Y’know, the kind that makes you wake up and think negative thoughts and this starts a series of dark thoughts like a stream of soul-sucking consciousness that you can’t waylay even though you tell yourself it was just a dream and you’re really, really tired.

Then the only thing you can possibly do to break the cycle is get up. Then eventually you have to go to work and be all with-it enough to proofread even though work is total chaos for everyone that morning because the dream must’ve infected everyone.

It’s not that the morning was hell — I’ve lived there before so I know whereof I speak — it’s just that I hope this isn’t a “Groundhog Day” kind of day. I don’t want to have to relive it.

Thank you very much for the day. I will thank you even more when we’ve moved on to the next one.

May the dreams be sweeter there at pam(at)viewfromthenorth40(dot)com