My one-day weekend consisted of doing laundry, vacuuming, cleaning the kitchen, crafting, watching the Mets lose to Atlanta (hey, we can't win every game), and wondering where the time went.
Last night, I dreamed I lost my shoes. I was on the subway, shoeless. Then I found a pair of shoes, but they weren't mine. I have no idea what that means. Maybe I need to buy more shoes. Well, I do, because I also had to toss a couple of pairs where the left shoe was pinching my toes. After 3 or 4 years of wearing them, they're now too tight on my left foot. And my left foot hurts, so I think a visit to a podiatrist is in my future. Shoes. The stuff dreams are made of.
Feeling:
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