That would be the start of today….at 3:00 a.m., which was really 2 a.m. a mere 48 hours ago. Yes, my sister booked a red-eye home – not reflective of her desire to leave me, of course! At least I don’t think so. Maybe it was? Who knows?
The remarkable part of the drive was the drive. We endured pea soup for a good seven and a half minutes on the toll road. Whoa! Haven’t had that in years. However, upon returning from the airport, I only passed one car, and had no one else driving south on my side of the road! How can you drive 30 minutes without another soul, save one, on a major highway? Of course, that’s normal on the “Lindsay Road.” (Once again, counting fetish at play.)
The next exciting development was the dream I had after I returned to rest my weary eyes. First of all, my mother and sister and I were attending a funeral at a really cool estate which has shown up before in dreams. I’ve never seen it in person. However, they charge for parking. (They charged in the last dream, too. You’d have thought I could have remembered that!) Because we forgot our parking pass, I had to pay $150 to get the car. Yet that was nothing compared to the $15,000 the Australian government was charging me in the next episode of the dream. That was because my sister hadn’t put enough postage on a postcard. I was about to talk to the “President of the Post Office“ when I realized this was a dream.
Where is this going? Not really anywhere. Just taking your mind off of a little Coronavirus Panic. Which, by the way, doesn’t compare to the really remarkable week being launched at the Ulta beauty stores. Be prepared!
Happy Birthday, Marie!