Just For the Record . . .
. . . I’m not dead. Just really busy with preparing to go to Educause and to move into my new condo within the same week.
It’s making me very grumpy. Pity my poor officemate who has to spend eight hours a day with an extremely cranky Greg. She’s not happy about it.
I’m also having some severely wacky dreams regarding the homeowner bit. I would expect some anxiety dreams about things going wrong with the place I just bought, but the crazy part is that well-known actors show up in the dreams to notify me of the impending problems. So far Christopher Walken has told me water is leaking into my walls from the unit above, Alec Baldwin alerted me to rats in the basement, and Brad Pitt (as Tyler Durden from Fight Club, which I saw again last week) broke the news that my movers lost all my belongings. At least he didn’t kick my ass.
Clearly I’m grumpy and insane.
Just be glad you’re not dreaming about work. Or dreaming about dreaming about work.
Just be glad you aren’t dreaming about Orson Welles telling you the wine cellar is empty!
You’re spilling over into my dreamland too, strangely enough. Last night I dreamt I saw you and your band (in the dream) do your standard Jimmy Buffet/Hank Williams Sr. cover act.
That’s the funniest thing. Last night in *my* dream, Arnold Schwartzenegger showed up. He was wearing a uniform like an ambulance driver, but it was all black, and there was a white armband with a red cross on it.
The funny thing was, he consulted a clipboard as if trying to locate an address, and asked me if I knew where Mr. Ritter could be found. In the dream, I told him that I didn’t know, because Ritter had moved.
Grimly, he returned to the ambulance and drove away. I don’t know what it was all about, but apparently he was looking for you.
Good luck with your move. Don’t worry. Everything will turn out OK.