Seagull of Simmer

Another day not according to plan. Yesterday was great, and I wish I could have another one like it, but no. I woke up at 3 or 4 am, couldn't go back to sleep, got up and waited for the dawn. The Sparrowhawk came down as it was getting light, and made me a nice cup of tea. After that would have been the perfect time for my grocery run, but I felt too sick and groggy to do a good job. We both went back to sleep for a couple of hours. I felt a lot better and went off to the store. It was a good deal more stressful than it is in the early hours, because there were more people. I obtained all the foods and hauled them back home and put them away. Then I took a shower and had some breakfast: Siggi's plain yogurt with chopped up oranges and cherries. Wow, that is good--a soothing luxury that reminds me I have very little to complain about.

The dream that woke me up originally was about being kidnapped by one of two rival gangs of extraordinarily inept kidnappers. Unfortunately, they were not only stupid and incompetent, they were armed with various nasty sharp pointy things. I managed to lay hands on a couple of stabby weapons for myself, because I was just smarter and more competent than they were. I said, "Okay, now I have the knives too. So don't mess with me or I will STAB YOU." They brought out their tough guy, who had two rather long swords. I calculated that if I tried to duke it out with him, I would get hurt even if I won, so I postponed my plan to swashbuckle my way to freedom. It was damned nervewracking to be kidnapped for no reason by armed idiots. It seems to me that this is just a little too much of a metaphor for Life These Days.