When I crawled into bed last night, heavy hearted and upset, I tried to steady myself with the thought that it wouldn’t feel that way in the morning. A little distance, a little perspective, a little time for the evening’s rich red wine to evaporate — it would be a new day to do things differently.
But this morning, when I woke from a dream that was not far enough removed from reality, and my perspective was blurred by sleepy tears, I realized that nothing had changed. And my sorrow tasted an awful lot like Merlot.
Having a bad day, too? It’s good to have company, but I hope you feel better soon
Take care!
oh, honey. was my merlot THAT bad?
i feel tag-teamed when i dream about the stuff that already tortures my waking mind. shouldn’t we get a break? i hope you have better dreams tonight.
Quedate calma, mija. Today is a new day, and it will get better. Drink lots of bottled water and go easy on yourself as much as you can today. (Oh, wait…. that’s advice….. sorry – :}
It must have been the night for tortured dreams and choked-back tears. I’m under quite the cloud today, myself. Hope both our days get better soon.
Is this a pre-cursor to a post saying that you’ve decided to leave New York?
I just get that eerie sense, somehow…
Reading always cheers me up.
sending you my bestest internet love and feel-good vibes, babe.
sorrow without the tanins of a full bodied cabernet? you don’t know what you’re missing.
I don’t know what to say except that I hope you find something this weekend that makes you happy.
Feel better soon.
When I start having my screaming nightmares about my job, I know it’s time for me to start looking for another one. Funny how I never find one, and am still at the job I’ve been having screaming nightmares about for over a year.
I hate dreams. My ex-wife used to wake up mad at me because I pissed her off in the dream she just had. Good morning, Sunshine!