Monday Dreams

Today was a sad day. I slept in super-super late and realized that every time I do this, my dreams always end the same way: in a series of very bad puns. Puns are my Achilles heel. They hurt and make me twitch. This series was especially terrible. In my dream, I was plugging my ears and running. It ruined a perfectly good 10-hour nap. Ugh. Puns.

To top this off, I am terrible at making pancakes. Pancakes were my only food option for breakfast as I've not been grocery shopping in a while. It seems that, pre-coffee, I can't do the basic math needed to halve an entire recipe. I only halved half. And I still managed to burn them even though they were mostly water. I was most pleased that my espresso machine was repeatedly kind to me during this very difficult time.

As are most of my stories after a long weekend, this one has no high drama. I slept, I dreamt of puns, I need another espresso, and I'm off to an art festival.

An Erinku (something like decaf coffee, but not):
books unpacked
art hung
fish fed
The Vault is official