My stress dreams are becoming much more vivid again. Last night, I dreamt that arsonists were torching all the Toy R’ Us stores in Manhattan, one by one. Except that Toys R’ Us was a restaurant chain and there was one in each neighborhood. And location-wise, we were guessing that we were actually inside the next target, so we had to scramble to get out before it went down in flames.

Yeah. That doesn’t make any sense to me either. I went to bed at 8 p.m. last night and slept until 7:30 this morning (so much for my morning workout) and even though I got almost 12 hours of sleep, I still feel so incredibly and indescribably exhausted today. But I will try to describe it anyway. I feel drugged and sorted of floaty and like my hands aren’t connected to my brain. And I have a sore throat and a runny nose. So I think what this means is that I’m sick.

My guess is that I had best do the work that absolutely HAS to get done today, and then I need to get my butt back home to beat from the bug.