June 11, 2003
Day 3
Really it's only day two-and-a-half, but let us not quibble over such things. I worked my ass twice yesterday, and was completely exhausted. I was in bed by 10:30 pm, and as much as I wanted to get up and get working again in the morning, I couldn't do it. I think I may have been a little over-zealous in my attempt to get back in shape. I'm not Superman, and I need my sleep!! So I think I will have to tone it down to once a day. I will choose the morning workout because it is better for my mind and gives me energy for the rest of the day. Going at night is better in terms of the eye candy and the other various "opportunities" that the San Francisco Y can offer, but my whole evening is spent at the gym, I get home after ten o'clock, and eventually, I get behind in chores and tasks that I really need to do. This is not a cop out. It's a choice, and I will not give up!!
So, aside from being a little tired today, and a whopper of a blister on my little toe, I feel good so far.
And last night I had the most charming dream! I just have to tell you. In this dream, I am house-sitting for a friend in the entertainment industry. The doorbell rings, and when I open the front door, I see Sheryl Crow standing there. I am completely stunned. I invite her in, and ask her to sit down in the living room. She tells me that she was supposed to be there for an interview with my friend. I explain to her that my friend is on vacation but that I'd be more than happy and willing to conduct the interview, she looks at me skeptically and then agrees. Not having experience in these things, I come up with some pretty goofy questions to which she answers amicably, giggling at the simplicity of my inquiries. Other people arrive at the house and gather around us while I'm conducting the interview, and it slowly becomes a party. During the party, she approaches me and whispers, "Why don't you come to LA with me? We can sing and do Stoli shots. It's cool. Come on." I tell her that I'm responsible for the house until my friend returns, and she understands.
That's it. How cool!! I love Sheryl Crow, I really do.
In an unrelated dream, I am walking through a park and I stop at a huge fountain. I watch two people interact with a very large, solid black German Shepard. This dog is being trained to be a guide dog for the blind. The two people hide themselves from the dog in order to train the dog to find its charge. In the process of seeking out the trainers, the dog is saying in a frantic voice, "Steve! Steve! Where are you? Oh my, I have to find you! Where are you, Steve?" (I can see the dog's mouth moving as it speaks.) The dog sniffs out the people and jumps up on them with apparent joy in finding them safe.
And who says I don't have an imagination?
