Weather, Or Not

After a second busy day in a row out and about, I needed a nap, so I went to sleep around nine o'clock Friday evening. I woke up a couple of times with cramps in my leg, but after walking them off I still felt tired so went back to sleep. Then about three o'clock in the morning I got a much wore cramp, which refused to be walked off, so I had to stay up. The leg is no longer cramped but is still sore as hell, so I'm starting to think these might not be ordinary cramps. I should probably see a doctor about them, but the doctors are all pretty busy right now, and I really on't want to be going anywhere near a hospital.

At least the shopping is done for now, and I have pretty much everything I'll need (except a couple of things I forgot, but can work around) if not everything I want (though I managed to find substitutes for several of those.) I even bought extra donuts, and will now discover how they hold up in the refrigerator. I haven't totaled everything up yet, but it was quite a bit of money I spent over the last two days. I'm hoping it will last me at least three weeks.

So it's already April 25. Strange how April seemed to drag while it was happening, but in retrospect seems to have flown by. Monotony and anxiety make a weird combination. And more weirdness surely lies ahead. Today is bound to be weird, given my sleep schedule. I'm still tired and want to go back to sleep, but I'm afraid my leg will cramp up again when I lie down, and might be even worse next time. There's still some strange stuff going on in it right now.

The mockingbird was singing when I went out just after three o'clock this morning. It was singing again in the hour before dawn. That's pretty weird, too.

Around eleven o'clock this morning I woke from a second sleep with fragments of a strange dream in my head. I wish I could remember more of it, but I do recall being in a California bungalow which, in the dream, I owned, and looking out the window to see a flock of llamas walking along the side street of the corner lot, then me going out to the front yard and seeing the llamas come into the yard from the other street, but they had turned into alpacas, which are smaller, and I was watching over a low wall along the house's front walk as they grazed, but I had grown smaller too and was a child. Then at the same time I was watching them I was back in the house as an adult watching television, and Trey Parker from the show South Park was being interviewed and, as a video of the same flock of alpacas grazing in my front yard was running on the television, he was telling the host that he was producing a Christmas show in which that flock of alpacas would be playing camels. That's when I woke up.

This is the most extensive collection of fragments from a dream I've remembered in a long time, and also the only recent dream which has left me more bemused than disturbed. I wish I remembered the beginning. But I'd really like to see that Christmas special. It would be interesting to find out how the makeup artists manage give alpacas camel humps. Too bad I don't have a television anymore.