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lapis_lazuli022There is nothing like being awakened at 5:10am by a cat licking your eyebrow.
And it's a good thing there isn't! Yuck!
I went back to sleep and had a very strange dream. I think it's a recurring dream, or at least a recurring series, because I remember having a very frustrating dream in that old castle before, and this one seemed to build on the events of that one. I had to find a certain room number, but not all of the room numbers were on the corresponding floors where you'd think they might be. Some of the rooms starting with 10 were on the 10th floor, but some might be on the 3rd or 5th. I could only complete the puzzle once I figured that out. I also had a brief stint as a fictional character. Unfortunately, I looked the same to me, and only different to the people around me, so I didn't get to enjoy the change. And then my alarm rang, and I woke up and debated calling in apathetic, but my sense of duty brought me to work anyway. And here I am.
Our book club managers are cruel to us. One of them has submitted her book list with a sudoku puzzle on the front. We can't do the puzzle. If we come to a meeting with the puzzle filled in, our supervisors will tell us we have too much free time, and assign more work. This happened once, when I colored in one of their cover pictures with highlighters while waiting for a meeting to start. So we get to stare at the puzzle and not work it. I think I may photocopy it and work it through on the copy at lunch.
Life continues to go on. Matt is in California this week, but he'll be home after that. Possibly for a while. I made spelt angel hair with veggie alfredo sauce on Sunday - ambitious cooking, for me - and had the leftovers last night. This cooking thing isn't so bad.
I've been thinking about doing something formal like a delayed seder when Matt gets home, but I'm not sure about it. Maybe I'll do some grocery store browsing tonight and see if I get inspired. You'd think Passover would be the holiday tailor-made for the person who can't eat wheat, but I find myself not looking forward to listening to people complain about giving up something for one week that I can't have at all. I remember when a week without bread or pasta or pizza felt like forever, and when I couldn't even conceive of how to plan a whole week's worth of grain-free meals. I remember sneaking off to Pizza Hut for a passover hiatus one year, because we couldn't hold out, and jokingly using a Talmudic excuse to pretend to rationalize it away. So it's not that I don't understand. It's that I don't want to hear it. Welcome to my world. You only have to vacation here.
And it's a good thing there isn't! Yuck!
I went back to sleep and had a very strange dream. I think it's a recurring dream, or at least a recurring series, because I remember having a very frustrating dream in that old castle before, and this one seemed to build on the events of that one. I had to find a certain room number, but not all of the room numbers were on the corresponding floors where you'd think they might be. Some of the rooms starting with 10 were on the 10th floor, but some might be on the 3rd or 5th. I could only complete the puzzle once I figured that out. I also had a brief stint as a fictional character. Unfortunately, I looked the same to me, and only different to the people around me, so I didn't get to enjoy the change. And then my alarm rang, and I woke up and debated calling in apathetic, but my sense of duty brought me to work anyway. And here I am.
Our book club managers are cruel to us. One of them has submitted her book list with a sudoku puzzle on the front. We can't do the puzzle. If we come to a meeting with the puzzle filled in, our supervisors will tell us we have too much free time, and assign more work. This happened once, when I colored in one of their cover pictures with highlighters while waiting for a meeting to start. So we get to stare at the puzzle and not work it. I think I may photocopy it and work it through on the copy at lunch.
Life continues to go on. Matt is in California this week, but he'll be home after that. Possibly for a while. I made spelt angel hair with veggie alfredo sauce on Sunday - ambitious cooking, for me - and had the leftovers last night. This cooking thing isn't so bad.
I've been thinking about doing something formal like a delayed seder when Matt gets home, but I'm not sure about it. Maybe I'll do some grocery store browsing tonight and see if I get inspired. You'd think Passover would be the holiday tailor-made for the person who can't eat wheat, but I find myself not looking forward to listening to people complain about giving up something for one week that I can't have at all. I remember when a week without bread or pasta or pizza felt like forever, and when I couldn't even conceive of how to plan a whole week's worth of grain-free meals. I remember sneaking off to Pizza Hut for a passover hiatus one year, because we couldn't hold out, and jokingly using a Talmudic excuse to pretend to rationalize it away. So it's not that I don't understand. It's that I don't want to hear it. Welcome to my world. You only have to vacation here.
