Does anyone else have trouble with mood regulation after a night of bad dreams? The last one before I woke up involved me being back in the apartment the hubby and I lived in before we bought the house. Or at least an apartment very similar. I was there with the dog and I noticed that one of the windows was open. When I went to close it, I realized that the windows could all be unlocked from the outside. So then I went back to the doors to check them and realized that I couldn’t lock anything at all.
Let the Freudians have a party with that one.
Si also showed up (thanks to my darling main ‘mo for the nickname.)
And I’ve been in a grumpus mood ever since.