Working Out: I've been to the gym, but I've been behind logging: Saturday: 25 minutes and 280 calories on the elliptical; 3X12X60 lbs on the pec fly; 3X12X80 lbs on the pec fly; 3X12 hanging curls; um... 2X20 scissor kicks (or whatever they're called); 3X8 diagonal side-crunchs; 3x8X10lb shoulder shrugs; 3X12X10lbs overhead triceps curls; 3X12X30lbs triceps pull-downs; 3X12X30 lbs barbell curls, plus assorted free-weights.
MONDAY: 200 minutes and 200 calories on the elliptical; 10 minutes for about 103 calories on the rowing machine. 3X12X60 lbs on the pec fly; 3X12X80 lbs on the pec fly; 3X12 hanging curls; 3x8X10lb shoulder shrugs; 3X12X30lbs triceps pull-downs; 3X8 diagonal side-crunchs (which I think is good for straightening my lower lumbar area); 3X12X30 lbs barbell curls, plus assorted free-weights.
Writing: Bad news: the iMac hard drive has crashed and might be dead. This means no MacOS Scrivener, which means no syncing stories with SimpleNote. At least my projects were backed up and I can use Scrivener for Windows. Good news: I picked up an abandoned manuscript from May and it's not quite as hopeless as I thought. Also, I managed to find a place to have my writing retreat in late August.
Dreams: I'm pretty sure the cat must have been grooming my head as I slept because in the middle of running around a large government building, which was light and airy, with lots of lightly stained hardwood paneling, wooden banisters, and an open atrium. The dream had been about standing in lines to receive some kind thousand-dollar refund, when I was suddenly seeing my doctor (not The Doctor nor my regular care-provider) who recommended installing a small metal box on the top of my head. He had two casually dressed twenty-something interns do the installation, which was an out-patient procedure. I sat on a kitchen chair while the long-haired woman fiddled around with the back of my head. Every so often I'd feel a pinch, and then I'd feel and hear a vibration on my head. I think they had to drill into my skull to set the box (the details weren't very clear) It was supposed to be relaxing and the vibrations were supposed to enhance your senses (especially vision). But it was mostly like having a vibrating back messager stuck to the back of your head.
The doctor came back (we might have been outside along a rocky river shore at this point) and asked how I felt. I wasn't feeling much benifit, was a little miffed that my hair had been cut as part of the procedure (and I hadn't been warned), and had a case of sticker-shock when he told me making the device permanent would cost $2000.
I think I woke up at this point, and thought, "Great, I'm dreaming doctors are putting metal boxes in my head." At least it wasn't a box that recorded and controlled my thoughts.
Switching to a different dream... I had another one of those hypnopompic visions the other day. I opened my eyes and saw a man-sized shadow standing in our bedroom doorway. It grew less substantial, turned and walked away down the short hallway and toward the kitchen.
There was no menace, but no sense of beneficial protection, either. In those moments between dreaming and wakefulness, I always wonder if there really is someone in the house. Maybe the house is haunted. Maybe my robe, or a towel, hanging off of the door is tricking my sight. Maybe the pollen is affecting my sleep cycles. Maybe some shadow of the night, curious about sleepers, had walked into the house to see how people dreamed, and once I was awake, I was no longer of interest.