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Last night I was in very bad headspace. Took a muscle relaxer and two ibuprofen before I turned out the light and slept for six solid hours. Got up to answer a demand from my kidneys ("Make room! Make room!"), then went back to bed and zonked for another two and a half hours. Must be the time change catching up to me....
Just before I woke, I had a series of dreams...driving in moderately heavy traffic with a woman who was a very aggressive driver and scared the snot out of me...then having dinner around a big table with a bunch of people, including Doc, and someone handed me a catalogue of made-up joke products...after the dinner party, I was at Kat's. This wasn't her trailer, or any of the houses where she lived, but it was her place. She came in and said good morning, and I asked if all her relatives had gone back to Texas or wherever. She said they'd left early that morning, thank goodness, because she was tired of tripping over a houseful of people. I said I'd leave if she wanted to have the place to herself, but she said no, she was glad to see me. She wasn't sick, she was alert and energetic.
Either my subconscious is trying to console me, or I'm channeling ala Crossing Over...either way, it was reassuring. I miss her constantly.
I'm also cheered to hear that Trauma (NBC, 9 PM Mondays) is going to be around for another ten episodes. Kevin Tighe is going to be guest-starring in a couple weeks! The show runners have made no secret of the fact that Trauma is a direct reimagining of that 70s favorite, Emergency. That was another "Saturday nights of my childhood" show, so this has me cackling happily. Ten more weeks of Cliff Curtis makes me happy! Who knows, if enough of you lovely folks tune in, we might even get a second season!
Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day---I must remember to include green in tomorrow's ensemble.
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Just before I woke, I had a series of dreams...driving in moderately heavy traffic with a woman who was a very aggressive driver and scared the snot out of me...then having dinner around a big table with a bunch of people, including Doc, and someone handed me a catalogue of made-up joke products...after the dinner party, I was at Kat's. This wasn't her trailer, or any of the houses where she lived, but it was her place. She came in and said good morning, and I asked if all her relatives had gone back to Texas or wherever. She said they'd left early that morning, thank goodness, because she was tired of tripping over a houseful of people. I said I'd leave if she wanted to have the place to herself, but she said no, she was glad to see me. She wasn't sick, she was alert and energetic.
Either my subconscious is trying to console me, or I'm channeling ala Crossing Over...either way, it was reassuring. I miss her constantly.
I'm also cheered to hear that Trauma (NBC, 9 PM Mondays) is going to be around for another ten episodes. Kevin Tighe is going to be guest-starring in a couple weeks! The show runners have made no secret of the fact that Trauma is a direct reimagining of that 70s favorite, Emergency. That was another "Saturday nights of my childhood" show, so this has me cackling happily. Ten more weeks of Cliff Curtis makes me happy! Who knows, if enough of you lovely folks tune in, we might even get a second season!
Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day---I must remember to include green in tomorrow's ensemble.
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