With the weekend here my inner clock was confused this morning and woke me at 5 am ........... a day early. So, I went back to sleep. It was just chilly enough with a fan in the window to snuggle under a quilt with three dogs tucked close to me.
Feeling nostalgic as I dozed, remembering being a young girl tucked into bed with my cousins at my Aunt Hazel's house, the big fan in the window at the head of the bed blowing the delicious cold night air on three giggly girls. I was in the middle ....... to keep the sisters from fighting over who would sleep next to me. Happy memories.
So, why did I dream that I was in a WalMart rolling a cart endlessly through the store, unable to locate the check-outs? Why didn't I dream about my cousins? Or my aunt? Or my childhood? No, I am not going to WalMart today. I am painting picnic tables and pulling weeds (again). I woke up annoyed and unsettled. WalMart, why?????????