Yesterday I woke up feeling crabby, whined about it here. Then cruised a few blogs and had my coffee. You know what? I felt much better after that.
This morning I had a dream that I was somewhere like Peru, and there was this ancient (electric) elevator that was broken. It would go up, but not stay there, so you had to step off when you had a chance. It was full of people, and it would go up, a few people would step off, it’d go down and you had to push the button again when it reached the bottom. Then back up, and a few more people would step off, so on and so forth. And it was made of rock and was all outside on these cliffs. Think Fred Flintstone.
This morning I’m going diving, my first dive since we moved into the new house.