gracie

Starting to feel a little better. I got out and ran some errands, did some laundry and whatnot, too.

I bought some cleansers and airfreshners that all smell like lavander. It smells yummy in here now.

I realized rereading my journal that I never mentioned the fiasco with my house. Long story short, the asshead buying it lied about having a mortgage and ended up pulling out last minute.

We didn't even get compensation for our time and effort. We got bubkas. Nothing. I was livid. Fortunately, the house was put right back on the market the day following the buyer's Houdini act and we've already got bids coming in again.

I had a horrible dream last night. I suppose my state of mind was what conjured it up. It was scary awful.

Mike cracked me behind the head with a hammer and left me for dead. I crawled to my cell to call 911 and as I tried to focus to dial I could literally feel myself slipping away. I was dying!

Finally dialed after what seemed an eternity and the phone wouldn't connect. In the dream I figured it was because I was using a cell and ran as quick as I could to find someone with a land line to borrow. Then I woke up.

The oddest thing is that I found my cell shoved all the way under the couch I fell asleep on. It was on the arm of the couch when I lay down. Freaky stuff.

Wonder what it means?