I woke up at 4:15, expecting to see a blizzard out there. Not a flake yet. At least my morning commute will be okay.  The afternoon should be okay too, because I'm out there well before the rest of the world leaves work.

We went out for dinner on a Sunday night, which hasn't happened in the history of EVER. Benihana never disappoints, and ragazz's buddy and his wife were super nice. It was totally bizarre, though, to get to about 4:00 on a Sunday and not have to start cooking and/or trying to figure out how many people were going to be in the house for dinner.

I don't know if it was the rich food, or the weird sleep patterns that happen on the weekend - but I had the weirdest dream. I was in my old office at Eschelon, which was somehow my childhood bedroom. I was folding laundry, and my mom came in and brought me a bowl of soup and an owl. The dream dictionary sez:

To dream of your childhood bedroom indicates that a current situation or feeling has triggered a memory from your childhood that you have kept secret. 

To dream that you are sorting the laundry indicates that you are trying to understand your own feelings and sort your attitudes.

To see your mother in your dream represents the nurturing aspect of your own character. Mothers offer shelter, comfort, life, guidance and protection.

Similarly to food, to dream about soup represents emotional hunger or nourishment. In addition, soup also signifies comfort and healing

The appearance of an owl may be telling you to let go of the past or certain negative behaviors.

Well then. If I was more awake right now, I'd be able to sort that all out and figure out what it means. Note to self: come back to this *after* coffee. Time to start the day.