Yesterday was pretty uneventful if you don’t count all of the stuff that I did. Mainly I worked in the studio making turtle plates. I also did a lot of dealing with trying to get that big fish plate order shipped out. Stupid corporate shipping protocols. I was busy enough to not have a lot of time to think about other stuff. That’s what dreams are for. Dreams allow you plenty of time to think about the stuff that you try to avoid thinking about during the day. But, I’ll get back to dreams.

After work, I came home to the giant slow cooker full of white chili that I had prepared the night before. It had been cooking low and slow for 24 hours. Mmm… white chili. After my S.A.N.D. meeting last weekend, I had a bag of scoop-style tortilla chips left over. Perfect for white chili night. Why white chili on a hot summer night? Why not? I’ve been needing to test drive this recipe for a while now, ere I put it in my cookbook. So, I figured yesterday was as good a day as any. After my food coma started to kick in, I decided to do a little questing, so I busted out my wireless Gamecube controller and played a little Twilight Princess for about three hours. Then it was off to dreamland.

Ernest Hemingway said that it is easy being hard boiled about everything in the day time, but at night it’s a different story. It’s true. During the day we find things to occupy ours minds. Work, school, re-tiling your kitchen, etc. At night, at bedtime we slow down and our mind is free again to visit upon those thoughts that we push to the sidelines. Think of your day as the Super Bowl. All day you keep the thoughts (the spectators) in the stands, but after that clock hits zero, the fans rush the field. There’s nothing holding them back. More than likely, they’re going to push the goal posts over.

Luckily, I’ve been smart enough to wear myself out at work, so as to not have to lie awake thinking about how much I miss Pancake Land. The same goes for her. She is so exhausted from work, that she konks right out come bedtime. Thus avoiding thinking about missing me. Since she moved over to Little Peddler’s to pay the bills, and since we instituted this break, we’ve missed each other a lot. Breaks are hard when two people still really care about each other. But, we both know it is necessary and logical, even if it sucks. That doesn’t stop the dreams from coming though. I had lots of dreams of her last night. Lots of dreams. Vivid, happy dreams. And then I woke up to find that she had called last night after I went to sleep. Apparently, she was missing me too. Unfortunately, her friends thought that bringing her by here was a bad idea. I’ll get back to you on my thoughts on that later, once they’ve had time to gel.

Anywho, point of the story, dreams are awesome and rough at the same time. I’m not sad, though. I just miss my lady. It a good thing for me that it’s daytime. I’m off to be hard boiled about everything. More soon. ~SC