I had a dream the other night that I was running (well, mushing) the Iditarod, and in fact, I was winning. I was less than a day’s ride out from Nome, and suddenly I realized I hadn’t taken my mandatory 24 hour rest. It was quite awful! I had to sit around nervously and wait for people to catch up to me while I took my rest! Before I was able to leave, at least two teams had caught up to me. Sniiiiif!
I fixed 46 bugs last night in about 3.5 hours. Not that that has anything to do with the Iditarod. I’m just telling you.
I meant to get up a little earlier than I did this morning — not that I got up all that late — but just as Ted was getting out of the shower, I flopped over into an Amazingly Comfortable Position, and was stuck there for an extra half hour.
Want to know something weird about my dreams? Here’s something weird about my dreams: although I had never noticed it before, the random passers-by in my dreams apparently used to all be lily-white. At least, I never noticed them being anything other. Since coming back from San Francisco, I have noticed that there are people of all colors in my dreams now. I think that’s fascinating. o.o
And you laughed at *me* for wanting to learn to mush!