Ordinary Day

I guess I must have needed the extra sleep, but having two and a half hours vanish into a nap made the day feel really short.  This is particularly true because I did not emerge feeling rested.  Instead I felt fatigued because I’d had to fight my way free of the clinging tentacles of anxious dreams.  I think those dreams cameoed just about every worrisome thought that has floated through my brain in the last week.  In technicolor and full-sensory surround.  But they weren’t true nightmares, just tangles.

Tomorrow I get to haul books from our storage unit and assemble them into a pallet.  On Friday this pallet will get hauled away by a freight shipper and delivered to our distributor.  XDM books and The Tub of Happiness will be hitting game stores in mid-October.