Last night was a little weird.
For one thing, I had a bad case of insomnia, and didn't sleep a wink from the time I went to bed until the time I got up at 6:00. Why? Not sure; but I think the wisdom of E.B. White from Charlotte's web--that it's very had to sleep when your stomach is empty and your mind is full--applies. There's been a lot I've been thinking about lately, and I don't always get a good dinner on Sunday evenings. At any rate, I was wide awake all through the night, until I got up; then I went through my entire workday today in a non-productive haze.
For another thing, Tonya kept waking up after what she described as very unpleasant dreams. Here's the thing about dreams, though: when you try to explain why they seemed so unpleasant, the words never quite convey the ominious sense of doom as the dream itself did. And sometimes the contrast itself is quite humorous, even if the dream was terrifying:
"It was terrible! There was... well, it looked like a duck..."
So in the wee hours of the night, Tonya woke up just wanting to know that I was there. And not only was I there, but I was awake, alert, and ready to help! So I asked her to describe these nightmares she was having.
The first one had something to do with a bunch of Pirates.
The second one involved the entire cast of the British comedy Are You Being Served, who were stuck in a pub somewhere without a way to get out; and when they finally figured out how to get out of the pub and onto the street, they were confronted with a bunch of people with water cannons.
Well: sensitive, supportive husband that I am, about the part she uttered the words "stuck in a pub..." I lost all pretense of being supportive and let out a good, full, belly laugh. And about the point she mentioned the water cannons, she realized the humor of the situation too and started laughing right alongside me.
Anyway, until I get some rest, I'd probably better not write anything further. It would be decidedly un-coherent.