Dreams and Forms, But Not Dreaming of Forms

Well, at least today I remember the dreams I had last night, although they weren’t quite nightmares. They were just weird. I know they involved at least two spaceships, but the plumbing didn’t work right on either of them. And some sort of weird off-again, on-again pregnancy. And naughty stuff involving someone I’ve known for three or four years and never had even the slightest conscious thoughts about. And at some point, I dreamed that Sam was sitting in the middle of the bathroom with water filling the whole room—all of it—and saying that was the only way he could get warm. (He never has a problem getting warm, that’s me—he had to take a shower before coming to bed last night to get cool enough, though.)

So, does anybody know a local licensed nurse practitioner, physician’s assistant, or doctor who could be persuaded to sign off on the girls’ camp physical forms for cheap? Because we cannot convince the pediatrician to see them to do it. They did it for Katie last year the week before camp, but this year it’s no go. And they leave Sunday! I think that was before our real pediatrician left the practice, though.

Current Mood: 😉weird
Current Music: “Dyslexic” by 4 Bitchin’ Babes
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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