I don't know if it was the fumes from the new polyvinyl-chloride (or whatever it is) upholstery, but during the nap I had a dream of which I remember only a brief snatch. I was being shown through a house by a woman, perhaps a Realtor, who told me that when we drove down the block to reach the house we were passing through the neighborhood of the band Death Head Eaters, who had all grown up in the area. I woke up at the point where the thought had formed in my mind to tell the woman that I didn't catch her inflection and to ask her whether the band was called Death Head Eaters, Death Head Eaters, or Death Head Eaters. I'm glad I woke up then, and hope the dream does not recur, as I'd like the answer to remain an eternal mystery to me.
After I woke up I didn't feel like cooking dinner so I just microwaved an InnovAsian
Most of the relatives are going out of town to one place or another this week, so I'll be pretty much on my own from Sunday until Wednesday. Being on my own for four days is so not unusual that I wondered why they even bothered to tell me. Actually, I'm going to see if can get one of the cat rescue volunteers to take me to a couple of shelters on Tuesday. There are now a few cats I can imagine might be mine that I'd like to visit in person.
But tomorrow I'm going to check the new K-mart ad first thing to see if they add anything to their clearance sale this week. I have thirty dollars worth of bonus points I got from buying the futon and they expire Tuesday. If the damn thing is going to give me weird dreams at least I can have them while wearing some new clothes or resting my head on a new fancy couch pillow.