Something unusual happened last night. I went to bed before midnight.

I am trying to get back into a semi-normal mode of sleep, whatever that really is. The goal is to sleep for at least 6 hours straight, and that just doesn't seem to happen. I assume my frequent awakenings are the reason I remember my dreams.

Unusual thing #2: I picked up on the same dream after I woke up the first time. Or a version of the same dream, I guess. Some friends were getting me together (quite a task in itself) to take me to O & M rehab. I was balking somewhat, finding excuses not to get out the door, and also having trouble finding all the things I was supposed to take with me, notably my white cane. When I did find it, it was under the edge of my bed, and missing the tip.

In part 2, they were still trying to get me ready to go, but it was like a comedy of errors. I kept insisting that I pack a few more things, and now I couldn't find my sunglasses. Someone asked if they were red, and I said "Hell, no, who do you think I am, Matt Murdock?" Then all these people dragged me out to a waiting car that was already overstuffed with other people and various types of luggage. I was crawling over a large duffle when I woke up. Geez.

If nothing else, maybe someone can get a laugh out of my subconscience.

Now if I only had good sense...

Ever get a little bored and want to try that Tickle IQ test? Well, I did for some reason.

Congratulations, ********!

Your IQ score is 133

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato, your exceptional math and verbal skills make you very adept at explaining things to others — and at anticipating and predicting patterns. And that's just some of what we know about you from your IQ results.

Ok, is this what everybody gets back from this test? I would love to know. End of time wasted.

What's in a name?

Was just messing around and had to look mine up:

Alice

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Origin Meaning Old German noble Greek truth

Traits: Most people think of Alice as "Alice in Wonderland"--a young daydreamer who is gregarious and free-spirited. Some, though, see her as a prissy old homebody.

Famous people with this name: Lewis Carroll's children's story Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, rock singer Alice Cooper; actress Alice Faye; TV character Alice (The Honeymooners) Kramden; Arlo Guthrie's song "Alice's Restaurant"

Winter Solstice

Toby wishes you all a very happy holiday, whatever kind you celebrate.

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I'm trying to figure out how this house got into such a state of disarray. Certainly it must be the cats, because I'm not this messy.

Things here are filed in vertical chronilogical order. Yesterday, one of those files began an avalanche, and there was no stopping it. I countered by going to bed, where there is no avalanche zone, and sleeping a marathon in which I dreamed of going to an Episcopal church with my mother (the only time she ever stepped foot in one was for my first wedding) and winding up falling asleep in the pew, and waking up with only my skirt and bra on. Then I could not find the blouse I had worn in there. To add insult to injury, they ran out of communion wafers before they got to me. Wait til I tell this one to the shrink.

I awoke midevening, with a splitting headache and no desire to clean the avalanche. I downed some pain relief, and the usual nighttime medications and decided to see if I could sleep all night, which is something I haven't done in ages. That resulted in a dream also about my family, in which I was at my sister's house, and it was a sight worse than the avalanche I had avoided in reality here. What is it about you are better able to deal with someone else's mess than your own? I kept grousing at my sister for her slovenly ways, and my mother was there, once again, taking up for her. After all, my sister has CHILDREN and therefore is not responsible for any messy housekeeping practices. This sort of dream recurrs, where my mother absolves my sister of any misdoings, but punishes me relentlessly for the same. Ah, the middle child syndrome is alive and well in me.

I have finished all my orders to be shipped out, and since I don't shop for the holidays, I am pretty much done. I have some major housecleaning to do, so I can begin the new year in a bit better shape. I hope.

There it is. My exciting life these days. Oh, and Ringo says Happy New Year, too.