I need a vacation.

Two more weeks of silly season, and then things should calm down at work.  Maybe a week or so after that to catch up on all the little things (home and work) that I have let slide while dealing with the chaos that is spring.  Then I can chill a bit.  Unless, of course, I get called up as backup fire crew relief.

I really need to get away for a while.  Just take a tent, hop in the car, drive, and spend a few days in the woods all by my self.  I am not dealing well with anything right now.  I got the study material for a course I am doing in a few weeks - material we need to know in advance - all 1,248 pages of it.  I had a little cry, then put on my big girl panties and got down to it.

I have been having nightmares lately.  The general theme is a male somewhere where they shouldn't be (living in my basement, in the bathroom when I go in, in my office, etc).  There is a varying degree of "threat" implicit in each dream, but there is definitely a theme.  Around 4 am Thursday I woke up form one of those dreams, but got myself "talked down" and went back to sleep.  I woke up at 6, and realized that I had this knife in my hand, in a nice reverse fighting grip, and from the impressions and the finger cramps, had obviously been sleeping like that for a while - likely since 4.  Thankfully, I had left the sheath on it, and had not managed to damage myself.

Good to know I can still go into some things on auto pilot, if need be.  Red was up visiting this weekend, and I did caution her that if she woke up before I did, she likely shouldn't come to my room without announcing her presence very loudly!