Each Day Already is a Challenge

About those notebooks

Hubby has been pondering how I can string a small notebook around my neck with a pen. Someone else suggested maybe wearing a fanny pack with them in. Hmmm.

I also need to be able to wake up now and then in the middle of the night. I started keeping a notebook by my bed when I was quite young. I discovered that I had some pretty neat thoughts in my sleep and if I could write them down quickly, I could retain them.

This past week, I had some strange dream/thoughts in my sleep. I created an entire story one night and an entire poem another. With the poem, I read it aloud - in my dream, of course - and tweaked it and edited to perfection. Then, when I finally woke up, the only thing I was remembered was the process, not the results. I couldn't even tell you what I was thinking/writing about in my sleep. Dagnabbit.

Spent most of the morning hugging that white thing in the smallest room of the house.

Tired. Sicky. Don't know why.