Scattered

In the sugar coma induced by graduation, the end of school, and all the trappings therein, I completely forgot about Friday Facts and Fiction. Got questions? Leave 'em if ya got 'em, or maybe we'll just skip it this week.

I will be spending the morning mowing the lawn, cleaning up the carnage that is my kitchen after hacking up a 40-pound seeded watermelon so that the Chickadee's class could include a seed-spitting contest in their Field Day activities, and dealing with laundry. Don't you just wish you were me? You know you do.

Last night I dreamt it was a week or so after my surgery, and I had no pain whatsoever. However I had developed a rather severe post-surgical case of narcolepsy. In the short course of the dream, I spontaneously nodded off at the mall (that's how I knew it was a dream; I never go to the mall!), the supermarket, and the movie theatre. I'm still trying to decide if that gets filed under "big fear" or "wish fulfillment." Hmmmmmm.