Not the name of a pop group today – I imagine that a pop group called the Tired Tuesdays would sing fairly depressing songs, to be honest!
I had the hardest time fighting off sleep and forcing myself out from under the duvet, and I wasn’t up by 8.45am. I was up by 9am, so not too bad, all in all. I foresee a fairly unproductive day – though I do intend to get to the vet’s, to pick up Coco’s ointment. And at least it is sunny here today, which should help lift my spirits a bit.
I had a very odd dream last night. I had found an injured cat – in the dream, I decided it had been knocked down by a car – and I was trying to get it to a vet, but everyone around me was being obstructive – not telling me phone numbers I needed, not phoning the vet when I begged them to, and generally ignoring both me and the cat, and I couldn’t get them to listen to me or help the cat. Is the injured cat me, I wonder? Is there something inside me that thinks that my cries for help aren’t being heard? Or that I know I need help but aren’t able to ask in a way that other people will hear and respond to? Dreams do have meanings, I know – but this one has me perplexed and a bit worried too.