10:09am

And, of course, I woke up alone.  It almost never fails….I just can’t seem to wake up at the exact same time as My Mikey.  And on top of that, I had some weird dream where one friend I’d recently found out is dead was robbing my parents’ bedroom!  (Robert Cook, Jack….for my own memory).

First of all, Robert is dead, as I just explained.  Second of all, it was the room my parents shared when I was a kid.  Daddy is dead, too, and the house no longer exists, due to fire.  Robert, in my dream, was going through my mother jewelry boxes…in real life, she only had one, but in the dream, she had several.

Someone was watching him – get THIS – through a spy-space in the headboard of my parents’ bed!!!!!  There was even a special room with its own door where you could go to keep a watch on my parents’ room!!!!!

So there I was, walking through the mall with the offenders.  I have no effing clue how we got from my parents’ room to the mall – and I don’t know what mall, either.  I was wearing a pair of boots that clicked and clacked on the floor of the mall.  As we walked past, people were commenting on the ones who robbed my parents.  There was no distinguishing feature between us…no handcuffs or anything, so I straightened up and MARCHED ahead – click, clack, click, clack, with a VERY hostile expression on my face.

Then I woke up.

Dreams are so fucked up sometimes!

We have a doctor appt for My Mikey today after 1pm.  If he doesn’t wake up before too many moons, I’ll wake him up.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack