Ugh. Everyone has stress dreams. Now I don't dream about exams at school, I'm dreaming about not being able to get packed before I left? Just how many days did I spend in the basement trying to go through all of my stuff anyway? I'm thinking back on my calendar and I'm pretty sure I was going at it non-stop from about the weekend after I came back (the 20th of July) until the day before I left (September 6th?). Gag. I can only imagine what shadowdaddy's dreams are like.
We enjoyed The Cryptogram last night, though the child actor made Mamet's lines grating to the ears. I'm getting tired of having sandwiches for dinner because that's all we can afford. Tonight, La Traviata with ergotia and lilithmagna, but for now I'm going to jump in the shower and see if the dust of 35 years of accumulated stuff can be washed off of my psyche with mere water.
(And happy lateish birthday to splendid_geryon, my favorite part about my last six months in Seattle.)