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dreamflowerLast night I woke up in the wee hours, very disturbed by an odd dream that involved some kind of war, Diane Sawyer, and someone trying to escape from a violent enemy in a crate. I sat up, and my first thoughts were of those trapped coalminers.
Probably, I shouldn't have, but I got up and went to the computer and Googled-- they had found the bodies just two or three *minutes* before I woke up. This just agitated me more, and I knew I could not get back to sleep.
So I sat up until nearly 5:30, reading a nice update of a Lindelea fic, some fluffy HP fic, and shooting bubbles online until my brain was numb, and then I went back to bed, and was able to sleep about two hours.
The DH and I have had a nice enough day off together-- we went to a Route 66 museum, and had lunch out.
But all day, at odd moments, I can't help but think about those poor men...
Probably, I shouldn't have, but I got up and went to the computer and Googled-- they had found the bodies just two or three *minutes* before I woke up. This just agitated me more, and I knew I could not get back to sleep.
So I sat up until nearly 5:30, reading a nice update of a Lindelea fic, some fluffy HP fic, and shooting bubbles online until my brain was numb, and then I went back to bed, and was able to sleep about two hours.
The DH and I have had a nice enough day off together-- we went to a Route 66 museum, and had lunch out.
But all day, at odd moments, I can't help but think about those poor men...