Last night when my pizza came, I was going to sit down at the dining room table with my book, like I usually do, then I decided to see if there was anything on television that I might be interested in watching. There usually isn't, but I thought it was worth a shot. Maybe there would be a movie on or something.

I flipped through the channels and found something almost as good--one of those "natural disaster" shows on, I believe, the Discovery Channel. It was about volcanoes, and was followed by one about tornadoes, and people who chase, and photograph, water spouts and hurricanes. Pretty cool. I love watching shows like that, I think those kinds of things are fascinating. As long as I'm not personally involved in them, of course.

After I finished eating, I was a little cold, so I pulled the afghan over me, and Dinah crawled in with me--she loves to hide, to be covered up. She scooted down beside my hip and settled in, and I was thinking that I was probably going to fall asleep, and that I should probably get the phone before I did, because Bob would call at 10:00, like he always does when he's gone.

But I was too comfortable, and Dinah was too comfortable, and I figured I might as well disturb her then as now, so we just stayed where we were. Surprisingly, I didn't fall asleep, but just kept on watching the storms. Bob called at 10:00, I got up, got the phone, talked to him briefly, then, rather than just go upstairs and go to bed, I went back to the couch, and this time I did fall asleep.

I woke up around midnight, cold, and with a stiff neck. I got up, went in the kitchen and put the pizza away, then I thought I'd check and see if any interesting email came in while I was sleeping, and by the time I did that, I was sort of awake, so I messed around on the computer awhile, then sat down in my chair and read, and at about 1:30, when I was thinking about going to bed, realized that it was actually 2:30, since Daylight Savings Time went into effect this morning.

Since I didn't have to be anywhere today, though, it didn't really matter, and I took my book up to bed and read for another half hour or so, then fell asleep.

When I told Bob about my exciting evening, he asked me if I'd had weird dreams, and I said no, but I did dream that I was cutting my own hair, that is, that I was both sitting in the chair and standing behind myself cutting my hair. It seemed like it would be easier that way.