Dreams of Knitting, Trakehners and Hall & Oates

I don' t know if it's the weather, the Ambien, the flannel sheets or the fact that I've been exercising everyday but I've been sleeping better these past 3 days. When the alarm went off at 5:30 am and the overly chipper NPR newsreader said that the job sitch wasn't going to get any better for, oh, the next 3 months, I fell back into a defeated slumber. Really, what's the POINT of getting out of bed when you hear that kind of good news?

So, I fell into a weird dreamscape.

Lori Botterman was telling me about Hall & Oates big move back to Chicago to open a knitting store. Oh, and she was going to be the store manager but she had to wear Cosby-esque sweaters and football cleats since the store floor was actually grass. H & O were also going to provide her with transportation: A Trakehner horse for each day of the week. Then, Lori started to sound like one of my cats which woke me up immediately.

It's beautiful outside. The sky is that brilliant blue that is unique to September. It's eerie in a way because it mimics the sky on that fateful day almost 7 years ago when nut-job hijackers took over a bunch of planes and flew a few into prominent American landmarks and one into a cornfield in Pennsylvania for reasons no one will be able to understand. Ever. We all lost a piece of ourselves that day. The fear-mongering and anguish our leaders passed onto us all has hobbled us more than many realize. Now, there are some who want to continue with that platform because they find lipstick wearing pitbulls alluring. Ugh.

The whole thing gives me gas.