Woke up early this morning with bad dreams running in my head. Tried to sleep them off, but it didn't work. Instead I woke up and read about 100 pages of King's "Wastelands". Didn't drag my lazy self out of bed until about 10:30. Ahhh. Reading the morning away, wrapped up tight in my blankets with a kitty snuggled nearby and the day passing without any help from me. That is one of the true pleasures of my life. I even managed to get a couple of granola bars hand delivered to my cocoon of happiness to avoid starvation. I am a clever girl. Sometimes.