A short post tonight.
I think I said that last night too.
However, tonight I am cold to my bones.
I need a shower and bed.
Two more days of work and then I get a four day weekend.
Thursday is a holiday and we have worked in time for Friday.
I don’t know if I am excited or not.
It means four days in our garage.
Cooking for the folks.
Trying to talk some sense into my brother.
On second thoughts…maybe work would be better.
Back to my trip.
On my way to work on Wednesday it poured with rain.
I contemplated pulling off the road for a while ….it was so bad.
Half an hour before I left for East London the rain stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Thirty minutes into the trip I went and caught up with the front.
It belted down until twenty minutes outside East London.
The road was filled with huge trucks and trailers.
Most of them going in the opposite direction.
However, every darn truck threw up a lake over me and I was temporarily blinded.
Something I don’t enjoy when I am travelling at 120kmph.
My windscreen wipers worked overtime.
Mex told me I had better pack my slippers and gown.
Things I don’t wear too often.
He has seen all my bumps and lumps.
And it is only a couple of steps from the bathroom to the bed.
Twenty minutes into the trip I realised I had NOT packed them.
Not only that….I hadn’t packed any nightwear either.
I had to stop and buy a really ghastly nightie.
The only one they had in my size.
Oh yes, talking about size….I have discovered something earth shattering.
Did you know that jeans shrink one size for every 100 kilometres you travel?
It is a fact.
I should do a thesis on it.
My jeans fit when I leave.
And are killing me when I reach my destination.
And it NOT the pies I scoffed on the way.
I had a very weird dream last night.
I dreamed that Mex and I were in a room chatting to Wendy.
I knew she had passed on but I wasn’t freaked out.
I asked if she was going to be meeting me one day.
And she said “yes”
Like a fool I asked “soon?”
And she said yes.
And I thought “oh crap”
I asked her if we stayed in the body we died in.
It’s a woman thing.
I don’t much like this one.
She said we could choose whichever body we liked.
And with that she started changing into a fat Spanish woman.
I woke up thinking WTF!!!!
Any thoughts on what that dream can possibly mean?
Knock yourselves out.