
I had a nightmare that I wasplaying a game where I was in a pool, and I had to shoot people with a BB gun and there were alligators in the pool. I didn't want to hurt the people, so I was trying forshots to the arms or leg, but then the alligators kept pulling me under. I woke up and ran up to mom's room and she let me lay next to her until that rush of adrenaline left and I could breathe normal again. (Umbilical cord, what umbilical cord?)
So, yes. I'm a little weird right now.
I'm going to take back my Austen books and buy different editions. Neurotic, I know, but I think it's for the best.
I think before I felt my Sophie bag I'm going to knit up a small project in my stash yarn to felt first (maybe my scraps of Lopi), because I'm starting to second guess myself.