You might remember I bought a stationary bike awhile ago, and it’s been sitting in our living room. I use it maybe once a week, but I haven’t been regular about it, and I’m trying to start. Here’s me this morning, yes, at TEN IN THE MORNING.
My Mom took the kids last night, so we got to stay up late playing World of Warcraft (Dude! I made level 79!), and then I read a story about zombies, and then I woke up at 2am from a nightmare that a zombified (and much younger) Ryan O’Neal was trying to give me a watch with four hands, and take me out for chocolate croissants.
After that, I slept in until 9:30am. As you might notice, I’m still a little tired.
But today! Today I will ride my bike! Today I will get some exercise! Right after I post this! And have some breakfast. Not chocolate croissants.
Dreams of the dairy-free
I just woke up, sat up in bed, and grabbed my laptop so I could report that I had a dream of THE LUNCHROOM….
[description of dream beginning, not to be confused with real life]
…..this giant, massive hall with tables and chairs all in a monochromatic scheme of soothing blue, with long rows of buffets and little tables of condiments.
I spent the whole dream wandering through the breakfast area, starving, finding and putting down everything I picked up; cheese blintzes, yogurt smoothies, cream cheese bagels, scrambled eggs with cheddar, cartons of milk, crocks full of real-cream butter (salted and unsalted), little tubs of half-and-half for coffee, cream-filled doughnuts, crepes with ricotta, plate after plate after plate: pick up – put down.
As I reached the corner around one long buffet, I saw two big guards (cafeteria guards? huh?) standing there, both of them wearing dark sunglasses, their arms folded across their chest. Their uniform was the same soothing palette of blues that filled the cafeteria. I smiled at them as I passed, but their stony faces didn’t register.
As I turned the corner, I heard one say to the other, “What is she DOING?”
The other one sounded oddly smug; “She’s lactose-intolerant.”