Guess we're going to get some “dirty rain” over the weekend as a dust cloud from the Sahara blows over the Atlantic.
We're also going to get rained with even more migrants... as usual. Damn, do I wish we could put another ocean between us and Mexico! I'm so sick of the US being expected to solve the world's problems for them. They're coming here like crazy because they know it's only a matter of time before Trump makes it harder for them. Why doesn't Biden just stand at the border and hand out welfare benefits to them too?Doc A went on a near 8-hour run over the weekend, and I told her I can't believe there are humans that can do that. She said she once thought the same. She's been training for years but had some injuries slow her down. Then she celebrated with a cold beer… yuck! LOL
I don't remember any dreams before the thunder woke me up, but when I went back to sleep for a nap, I dreamed that Tom and I went to some kind of resort that we went to annually. The hotel had 8-10 floors, and I knew my way around the place well.
It was late in the afternoon, and he was napping in our room. I decided we hadn't been taking advantage of the pool, so I got up and went down for a swim. I was a little dismayed to find it so crowded, especially with little kids. But a split second later, Tom was with me, and we had just enjoyed a swim together. The pool was indoors, yet when I threw our towels into a large basket, I missed and they ended up in a nearby bush that left a bunch of little thorns in them. Some of them got stuck in me as I went to pull one of them out. I told Tom that because of it, he shouldn't bother trying to get the towel that ended up further back in the brush.
Apparently, not wearing the one-piece bathing suit I've been wearing as an older person, I looked down and noticed an oval-shaped bruise on the right side of my stomach. I knew it was because I punched myself in frustration. Something in that area was hurting and annoying the fuck out of me, so my solution was to punch it, LOL. I hoped that Tom wouldn't notice.
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