Try an experiment with me. Install a punching bag and weight-lifting bench in your garage. Throw down a padded mat for abs work, add a skipping rope for cardio, and throw in some punch mitts and boxing gloves. See if you don't immediately feel a rush of foolish adrenaline and completely overdo everything.
Dallas got in on the fun as she always seems to, with her hovering and drooling above me as I tried to do crunches, and jumping on whoever was wearing the boxing gloves; not happy until she trotted away, shaking the glove in her mouth like captured prey. By the end, we were exhausted, sweaty, and covered in dog slobber.
A dream- what does it mean? I dreamed I was in a war zone, first with my regiment, then separated and chased across a village and nearby woods. The chase went on and on, with me surviving in enemy territory by eating roots and leaves (clearly I'd read all the right survival literature). I survived by climbing a tree, donning my heat-sensitive goggles, and shooting a pursuing German Shepherd dog and its trainer with my long-range rifle, complete with silencer. When I woke up, all full of nervous energy, Dallas was barking in her sleep.
I am taking a short vacation/ long weekend. The theme will be re-dos. We will have the Valentine's Day redo of hiking/skiing in the woods, and for sure we'll head up North a little, hitting Whistler and points North like we would have over Christmas, had we not been so sick. My stress (and irritation) levels have been pretty high lately, so some downtime is much needed, along with some romancin' time… And a happy Von is a blogging Von, so expect more soon.
