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I got up at 9 am this morning, on schedule, and George, who had been working all night, stayed up and had a cup of coffee and read the paper with me before going to bed himself.
I stayed up. I even managed to exercise (although not very much) and start a new website. But by 3 pm I was exhausted and backachey, so I crawled into bed with George and slept for about three hours.
We woke up at roughly the same time, and George told me about a dream he'd had: a fairly standard one, the "Oh my God, I'm inappropriately dressed!" one. He found himself having company over to our apartment and then going out to a fancy restaurant, dressed only in a bathrobe.
This led to a discussion about how this particular dream -- or close variations of it -- has probably been around ever since human beings started wearing clothes. And even in societies where nudity was not a taboo, and thus the "Oh my God, I'm wearing NOTHING!" dream would have no place, just about every society has social distinctions marked by style of attire. So a dreamer in the Middle Ages might have found himself worrying that he was wearing the wrong colors for his station, or shoes where the toe was too long, and a dreamer in the later years of the Roman Empire might have found himself in the middle of a Germanic or Celtic revel, dressed in his toga and hoping the barbarians wouldn't notice him. (Not to mention that they're giving his wife beer, but that's a whole other type of anxiety.)
George was nice enough to cook dinner this evening: macaroni with thick meat sauce and mixed vegetables. I ate about a cup and a half of the mixture, so we'll see how it impacts my blood sugars at 8:30 pm. And man, was it good.
Off to scroll through many, many chat logs and pull parts of them into compilation logs associated with various characters and events in the DegSep universe. I think I definitely did too much yesterday and I'll probably be going to bed early tonight.
I stayed up. I even managed to exercise (although not very much) and start a new website. But by 3 pm I was exhausted and backachey, so I crawled into bed with George and slept for about three hours.
We woke up at roughly the same time, and George told me about a dream he'd had: a fairly standard one, the "Oh my God, I'm inappropriately dressed!" one. He found himself having company over to our apartment and then going out to a fancy restaurant, dressed only in a bathrobe.
This led to a discussion about how this particular dream -- or close variations of it -- has probably been around ever since human beings started wearing clothes. And even in societies where nudity was not a taboo, and thus the "Oh my God, I'm wearing NOTHING!" dream would have no place, just about every society has social distinctions marked by style of attire. So a dreamer in the Middle Ages might have found himself worrying that he was wearing the wrong colors for his station, or shoes where the toe was too long, and a dreamer in the later years of the Roman Empire might have found himself in the middle of a Germanic or Celtic revel, dressed in his toga and hoping the barbarians wouldn't notice him. (Not to mention that they're giving his wife beer, but that's a whole other type of anxiety.)
George was nice enough to cook dinner this evening: macaroni with thick meat sauce and mixed vegetables. I ate about a cup and a half of the mixture, so we'll see how it impacts my blood sugars at 8:30 pm. And man, was it good.
Off to scroll through many, many chat logs and pull parts of them into compilation logs associated with various characters and events in the DegSep universe. I think I definitely did too much yesterday and I'll probably be going to bed early tonight.
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