I have been sleeping less but harder since I started the new job and took on the position in the Garden Society.  And I've been dreaming up a storm.  There's obviously a lot of information on all those spreadsheets I've been parsing that my little brain is straining to process.  And I seem to be waking up mid-thought with an agenda, smart phone at the ready, setting straight to work. 

But the dreams I've been having!  Mercy!



It's a little after four in the morning on a Sunday as I write this, and I just had the loooooongest dream.  Most of it was me taking one of those old-school cordless phone calls from Lou Grant.  He was far away (I want to say in Rome) and the reception wasn't great. 

So I spent the rest of the dream scouring the streets of Minneapolis shouting "Maaaareeeee!  Mary Tyler Mooooooorrre!"  Over and over again — I mean, I had a long-distance call for her on my circa 1990 cordless.  Mr. Grant was waiting on the line. 

Everyone in my dream seemed to know who she was, and she seemed to just have left wherever it is I was.  I woke up before I could find her, screaming "Maaaareeeee!  Mary Tyler Mooooooorrre!"

Talk about a nightmare! 

Where's Rhoda when you need her?