I was just having one of my regular dreams – completely boring and uneventful, like being awake during the day putzing around – when all of a sudden I got a phone call telling me a loved one was dead. In the dream I’m hugging whoever’s closest to me and crying. Then I woke up. Maybe I’m sadder than I give myself credit for.
I broke down yesterday and gave somebody a neckrub at work. I was wanting to pummel things. Today and for the next two days after I’m in training. Do you suppose Jarmo – for such is my trainer, can you credit it? – will be able to pound anything into my tired middle aged skull?