Grrrr

It's seven thirty on a Saturday morning. I've been up for the last 45 minutes because we're not sure if we have training today-the site contact for our group hasn't called back all week to confirm anything. Fortunately, we're both sort of guessing that it might not happen, and I've been told to stay home until I get a call one way or the other-I'm not getting into the shower unless I do actually have to go in; I couldn't go back to bed or nap with wet hair.

And it's the Pride parade today but who knows what will happen with this miserable weather. They had predticted late day heavy rain and thunderstorms, but it's pouring right now. I swear we've swapped weather with Seattle-the other Washington here.

And to go with last week's horrible series (three in a row) of dreams about being executed, and one dream about a shooting which involved someone I care aboutm last night's nightmare was about killing cats. And eating them. Including my Oblivion. I don't recall having nightmares this frequently ever in my life and I don't like it now; they're disturbing and distressing and make me not want to go to sleep. I'm anxious to go back to bed now but fear the things I might dream about...