Even though the dream was about trying to ignore a person who then choked me and threatened to cut off my hands, in real life I got to wake up with the hands intact and then hold the hand of a kind person.
And later...the absence of the nauseating headache.
Ah, the absence of the nauseating headache.
BLISS!!!!
An earnest young person was all about the Disarm song and although I didn't want it to, at 9 p.m in the grocery store it was do-si-do-ing around...
But just a bit.
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