Well, that and posting Yet Another Cheesy Craigslist Ad™. That makes four so far, with three to go.
And I've decided I don't like any of my remaining ad titles. For some reason, those are the hardest part of the process - I can just hang the rest of the ad on the title.
Obviously, not a huge amount to report since my last post, given I've been sleeping.
But one of the things about catching up on sleep - especially in hot weather - is the dreams. One of them was just odd - I was driving up something like Wolfe Road, found myself behind a car I recognized, and followed them to a bar I used to work at (hmmm...). Not a place I actually know, mind you.
I then proceeded to explain to one of the patrons how they'd improved and enlarged a giant fish tank I used to clean when I worked there...
The clear dream, though, was one in which I was motorcycling around, apparently on some sort of small, road-adapted dirt bike. Somewhere in the Almaden area, I think.
Hard to tell, because I suddenly found myself riding down the middle of a corridor in someone's house. I got the bike into the back yard, and the rest of the dream was myself trying to apologize to the relatively nice (but slightly hick) young couple that lived there.
Including a whole "No, I don't know how I ended up in your house" bit, leaving my card with them, offering to pay for damages, and in general trying to figure out how to get them to let me go without calling the cops...
Probably just foreshadowing for the inevitable Alzheimer's. Interestingly enough, I was using the same business card I have now.