Day 887: Jet lag

We've been jet lagged for nearly two weeks and the exhaustion has seeped into our dreams.  After just barely adjusting to the time change in Scotland, we turned around and came back to NYC.  Sleep is always elusive there because of the street noises.  This time, workers decided to break up a concrete walk across the street at 7 am on Saturday.  When we arrived home, a huge amount of yard work demanded out attention and we've worked steadily to catch up all week.

Last night I dreamed that I was buying a house on a hill from Marcia Merrins for $67,000.  It came with an extra hilly side lot that looked a lot like Cockaigne.  I pulled all the cash from my pocket and paid her.  Then I noticed the living room was very dark because something was blocking the sun from coming in the front window.  I walked out onto a front porch that resembled the one we had at our Center St. house.  A huge wave like structure blocked the porch and it was covered in mushrooms.  As I examined the mushrooms, a creature resembling a red anteater crawled out of the wave and I screamed for Steve.  He came running and said, "Oh that's a ...... it won't hurt you."  He picked it up and put it into a sack where it wiggled and and struggled against him.  And I said, "No! Don't put it in the bag, I haven't taken its picture yet!"