I can gripe about my nightmares. It’s really annoying to be a mature adult and yet be terrified of something in the closet.
I’m sixty. No change in the nightmares. Fortunately the bad ones are infrequent.
I very rarely remember my dreams.
Oh wow, I almost missed the griping about non-restful dreams party. Here, I brought PTSD! Plenty for everyone!
Hmmm… we should start a dream thread. Seems like there’s a lot to talk about there.
Threads about dreams. Pick one.
Oh, I won’t poop trauma1 all over a lighthearted electric sheep thread.
1Technical term used mainly by mental health experts.
eh, second one. more replies
It’s 95º and rising outside and our A/C just started blowing warm air.
Can you hear the compressor running?
Not sure at the moment—they’re sending a tech and asked me to shut it off in case it has frozen up. Since then the house has leveled off at 78º, which is totally workable.
When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons.
Working outside at a really fast pace, and eternal scorn for one particular DSP delivery company who is always late and taking up space in my reserve section for tardy drivers, in the 100° heat (not that bad…I hydrate, but I’m moving faster than most and doing more things than I can count), I think I sometimes have said some unintentionally odd things over the megaphone.
But nothing actionable! Despite my coworkers trying to tempt me to say some of the worst rhymes ever. “Stick to our goals, and hydrate those holes!” No, Chuck. I’m not saying that on the mega!
For example, some F-15s out of nearby Air Nat’l Guard were training, and when I was just about to release the vans, pending an all-clear from my people watching the lanes, I just jibed, “Whoo-hee! It is looking like just about time for a topless beach volleyball game! Just like Top Gun!”
Which was not clever, although IMHO sort of funny BS-ing while just waiting on a few stragglers to get in their vans. That company’s managers thought it was funny, but it was too much. All day, just pushing that envelope!
Delirium. Won’t you?
It is 85 F in my bedroom. It was over 70 F before 9 a.m. this morning. It’s hot. I hate having no air conditioning. It really sucks. If we could get a good thunderstorm to move through, that would drop our temps quickly, but there’s only about a 20% chance of that happening. I really hate the heat.
What about the lambs?
Can you still hear the screaming of the lambs?
Only in the spring.
“Mmmm. Spring lamb…”
–Homer Simpson as Clarice Starling in the upcoming reboot “Springfield of the Lambs”
Follow-up: It’s working now.
What was wrong with it? Dude couldn’t find anything. Cycled it a few times, it started working again.
Hate it when that happens.
Can you get a portable AC just for your room?
I have a little A/C fan, but it’s too small to do anything. However, I’m moving in two days, and my apartment has a couple of A/C units and ceiling fans in every room. Can’t wait.
Dammit. I have to bleed the butane Zippo insert and refill it with premium “highly refined” butane.
I, thou humble servant, should not be allowed to exist! It is a crying disgrace!
But, yes, I am slightly annoyed when my instruments need attending to.