After sending a couple of pitiful emails to the therapist, I had a nightmare about him and then I sent that, too. It was this --

I dreamed that you told me you can't talk to me anymore. Then I went 'home' to a place that had dirt floors, but was not on the ground floor level. Husband was there. So was my Aunt K (the vengeful tax assessor who exorcised the grandparents' house). Snakes kept coming out of the floor. I asked the husband to stop them, but he couldn't. Aunt K said it was my fault they were coming. I left, but I had no place to go. I walked past a strip mall where all the businesses were folding. My real estate office was in there. The parking lot was littered with unclaimed office equipment and there were a lot of handbags and briefcases among the debris. I needed a bag to carry my things, but I couldn't find anything that I could use. I woke up very tired.



I don't like being pitiful, so I started cleaning. I just now stopped. The living room looks good. I finished cleaning all the pieces to the sofa Wednesday night, and the postman brought the drop cloths Thursday afternoon, so I got busy. My living room was a dump. I put on the drop cloths, cleaned the windows, washed and rehung the curtains, scrubbed the walls and baseboards, and cleaned the carpet, which was disgusting. Of course, I had to clear away everyone's crap out of there first, but at least the husband helped. It's like a new room now. I even separated part of the three piece sectional with a table so I can have a nicer place to relax. Maybe a place for a cup of coffee and my computer. That's how I always had things when I was writing, so who knows what could happen? I have a couple more details to see to in there. I need to clean the ceiling fan and do something about the electrical cord jungle by the television. I will post pics soon. I guess I have to go to bed. I'm a little tired now. My feet are tired and my back muscles hurt. I can tell I'm going to end up with sore muscles out of this deal. But at least I can have them in a clean living room instead of having to hide away in the bedroom to escape the filth. The dishwasher will be here when I wake up. Thursday the living room, Friday the kitchen - works for me. I'm going to try to be busy enough to drown out the pitiful.