BrilliantEditor came home from California with a really mean cold. It's malingered. He got the cold on Friday, I believe, and still he's under the tyranny of the Kleenex box.
For our anniversary, he sent me flowers. That was Friday. That was sweet. He's so kind to me that he also brought me a present. He brought me his cold.
I now understand how miserable he must have been out there in California with this cold. It's the same as with every cold, feeling like your head will fall off, but when you're away from home, it's just that much worse.
I had a weird dream last night about being in a mall and needing to go to the hospital for some reason. The weird part of the dream was that I didn't know why I needed to go to the hospital or what to do when I got there. I'm trying to gather meaning from my dream. My best guess is that I need to go to the drug store and don't know what to buy. Alternately, it could mean that I know I've got cold medicine in the kitchen, but don't feel like going down to get it. Even more alternately, it could mean that I'd love to go shopping at a mall, but feel compelled to sit in a cold, sterile hospital room for hours. Still more alternately, it could mean that the penguin display at the mall that I've always wanted to get into so I could skate around on the mirror with them, well, that desire to skate with the penguins who wear hats and scarves would match up with my confusion at the hospital since I don't know how to ice skate well enough to actually manage to keep up with their fleet feet. And the whole idea of me having a cold would go with the penguins living where it's cold. These penguins, anyway. I know there are some tropical-ish penguins out there.
I am struggling to be coherently incoherent. I think I shall stop now and let the snorts of Sprocket lull me to sleep.
Posted by dotty at October 15, 2003 10:13 AM