I was right. Today's going to be rough.
That aside, I had to laugh when I walked into my office (eary, had a 7:30am meeting) this morning. Clearly, I needed the holiday weekend. The state of my desk reflected the state of my mind when I left here on Friday - scattered all over the place and completely unproductive. Need to clean up and do some organizing this morning.
Something about having a peaceful weekend brought on dreams even more bizarre than usual. Sunday night I dreamed about Harry Potter. Well, not really. I dreamed that I was part of a group who were trying to defeat Voldermort, and after much careful planning we snuck up on him and pelted him with pieces of ham sandwich. I'm really not making that up. We ended up running away and regrouping, then making a second attack with eggs. The most vivid part of the dream was during the sandwich attack, when I remember thinking, "Who's plan WAS this???" Perhaps we thought that with proper nutrion or just some good food, he'd turn from his evil ways. I dunno.
On a tamer note, last night I dreamed I was babysitting Matt Lauer's children ( I haven't watched the Today Show in YEARS!), which somehow ended with a conversation with Stacey about the presidential primaries, Ron Paul, and about how much Matt's son had grown over the years. See, she didn't think I was paying attention, but clearly I was.
No more dreams now. Back to reality. I realized last week that I'll be out for both the last day of September AND the first of October, which are generally my two busiest days of the month, so I need to do some advanced planning. I guarantee you, I will NOT be thinking about work while I'm at the beach!