Dreamt we had to scale a cliff to go to the only Target in busy downtown Indianapolis.

There was a line behind me that was yelling at me because I couldn’t get through the door with little footing and no real grip strength. None of my guys could help me either since they were too young to and my husband was tending to them instead of helping me in. Big boy machinery had to be called it to prevent the line behind me from falling to their deaths.

When I woke up, my phone was still on and nearly dead, and my lips were completely dry.

…happy Monday? It’s gonna get better, yeah?