I woke from a strange dream this morning. I was getting married. It was my wedding day. Very strange it was. My soon-to-be husband was very rich - an inventor of some kind. All I remember was all the hecticness going on before the ceremony. I was also trying to frame this old-looking portrait of him. I just couldn't center it in the oval mat properly. When he would try to frame it, it would be a portrait of me. I woke up before I actually got married, so I'm OK. Heh. And my hair was blonde. I suppose I'm safe as long as I stay a redhead, right?

I made some progress last night on unpacking. Also moved some stuff around in my bedroom. I still have about 7 more boxes to contend with. I love the fact that I have a huge storage unit in the basement. I worry about bugs getting in my stuff if i put it down there.

The bugs like to come visit me at night. I had to remind a medium-sized spider that he lived outside last night, but maybe he should live inside my apartment to eat the bugs that visit me and my lights. Both Persephone and Screech got a late-night moth snack. What a fate for a moth.

It's sunny here again. Where is my rain? I know, I know. I'll get plenty of it soon enough. I'm going to take some stuff downstairs and start my laundry before I start working at 9. Fun stuff, I tell you.