I've been having smoking dreams. The worst is the dream where I'm smoking a cigarette, and then I "remember" that I have quit and then I experience a huge crushing guilt about it and wake up. Then last night I dreamt Spouse was smoking in the house and when I tried to move the ashtray with burning cig in it outside, he protested and said he had the "right" to smoke in the house, and then I woke up. Going to step 2 on the patch tomorrow, perhaps I'm having some anticipatory anxiety about it. Plus, night before last, as a special bonus, I woke up in the morning with clothes on in bed. I had gone to bed naked, and woke up like that. You know what that means. Sleepwalking again. Sigh.
Life is so busy right now which is reflected in the blog by listlike posts. I enjoy it, but thrice in one week seems a bit much, as Spouse so
snatchily kindly pointed out. I've got four more weeks of these crazy work committments before it eases up.
I took a little video of the Tire, the maple syrup lollipop thing described on Tuesday. This is traditionally done outdoors. We were inside, however, because it was pouring rain outside that day.
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I loved the view from Mont Royal. Do they still have that big ass electric cross up there?
I love that cross. I sleepwalk whenever I'm really stressed-out, and it can be an alarming experience to say the least. Just keep plugging your mouth full of taffy with Serge and Stephan, and you'll be okay.
The smoking thing, it'll get better, hang in there.
Have a great weekend.
hang in there...you'll get through it!
I've been having those dreams too. I saw 'Inside Man' (not the porno!), and Clive owen smokes Camel Lights.
My brain leapt "Camel Lights- aromatic- slightly almondy- good with sweet tea- yum!" and then sank into depression.
Then I spent 3 nights smoking Camels in my sleep.
your honey's too cute.
and is that a razr he's holding?
i love mine.
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