Cats! Felines! A stretching tigress! Last night my dreams were filled with these. Cats in dreams have NEVER been a good omen for me. It usually means that my loved ones are deceiving me.
I awoke this morning with a crooked neck and a crooked look on my forehead. You see, I had a less than merry evening with my belly and spent what should have been my sleeping hours getting up and down for the bathroom. Ugh. On the bright side, I have been going to the gym every other day, so my legs handled the slight exercise without even cramping.
I am grumpy today and wasting my time dwelling on all the stupid things people have said or done lately to offend me. This is what a poor night's rest does to me. I cling feverishly to the vines of negativity. White-knuckled and holding onto a stone wall I look down and gaze at my fears. It is time to let go. I need to hear the hush and feel the rush of cold cold air upon my ears.
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