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Have been having trouble sleeping thanks to the neck. Thursday night was like bedtime acrobatics I turned so many times in the night, waking up every half hour at least. Juggling pillows. It was a circus! Friday night was the worst and I didn't get to sleep until 6:30 am Saturday, and only after a handful of otc pain meds.
This morning I dreamt about my dad. He was in some version of my mom's last house, making himself something to eat in the middle of the night, a pretty common thing. He was foremost his usual grumpy self cursing because he couldn't find something, upset at me when I got up to help, but after a while it became clear that he had become a little senile. In real life he never did and neither did any of my grandparents, so I don't know that the idea was justified. When I woke up it took a few minutes for me decide that it was unusual that I'd dreamt about him, and in that state.
Last night we finally watched Bringing Up Baby, which is definitely one of my favorites of Grant's films. And Katharine Hepburn! I love her a little flaky and silly, and tripping over herself! I don't know why but it made me love her more. Also, what a fat cat!
And before bed I watch Houseboat, featuring Cary as a father of three struggling to reconnect with his children. I could maybe blame my dream on this. He was lovely and it was generally good but got a little heavy, especially following Bringin Up Baby.
Oh, and somewhere in there the Captain suggested we watch Fido. Pet zombies! Amusing but not hilarious. Funniest part is that when I rated it as "liked it", Netflix recommended that if I liked Fido I might also like Night of the Living Dead and Gandhi. Okay!
This morning I dreamt about my dad. He was in some version of my mom's last house, making himself something to eat in the middle of the night, a pretty common thing. He was foremost his usual grumpy self cursing because he couldn't find something, upset at me when I got up to help, but after a while it became clear that he had become a little senile. In real life he never did and neither did any of my grandparents, so I don't know that the idea was justified. When I woke up it took a few minutes for me decide that it was unusual that I'd dreamt about him, and in that state.
Last night we finally watched Bringing Up Baby, which is definitely one of my favorites of Grant's films. And Katharine Hepburn! I love her a little flaky and silly, and tripping over herself! I don't know why but it made me love her more. Also, what a fat cat!
And before bed I watch Houseboat, featuring Cary as a father of three struggling to reconnect with his children. I could maybe blame my dream on this. He was lovely and it was generally good but got a little heavy, especially following Bringin Up Baby.
Oh, and somewhere in there the Captain suggested we watch Fido. Pet zombies! Amusing but not hilarious. Funniest part is that when I rated it as "liked it", Netflix recommended that if I liked Fido I might also like Night of the Living Dead and Gandhi. Okay!