Slept 9.25 hours solid. I think I woke up when the electric blanket turned itself off. Fatigue, fatigue, fatigue. Scars hurt when I woke up, too, which is generally Not Good. mikigarrison is visiting, she may be off to visit kenscholes and family later, but I'm staying put. Even minor errands leave me badly out of sorts these days. A two-hour round trip to visit babies would pretty much put me into medical distress.

Last night's dreaming involved a trip to Australia. Not actually being in Australia, mind you, which would have been awesome. Simply the trip to and fro. I fell asleep (inside the dream) on the way back, and woke up to found our 747 taxiing down a major street in some unknown American city. We were tearing down power lines and stoplights, and causing all manner of chaos.

That devolved into dealing with Homeland Security, being released to my old prep school without any of my identification or credit cards, and having to find my way back to the airport and convince them to return my belongings and paperwork. The Homeland Security guy I kept dealing with in my dreams was a friend from the Day Jobbe, and I kept trying to figure out how he had gotten into that line of work.

Anxiety? Me? No, why do you ask?