So, it's Thursday, and all is well. I have a few minutes and so I thought I'd write a quick note here.
The big news of the week is that our humidifier died a few days ago. I've learned that I do much better at fighting off the winter gunk if I sleep with a humidifier at night. So, owning a broken humidifier just wasn't an option for us, and I purchased a new one within a day of the demise of the old one. It's been good, but a bit of an adjustment. The new one makes a sound that is different from the old one, and it's slightly louder as well. Eric and I have both been able to fall asleep to the sound of the new one, but interestingly, we've both been having humidifier-influenced dreams. Eric dreamed that he was working in a factory two nights ago, and then last night, I dreamed that I was in a room with several bottles of hissing potions, all of which would cure one ailment or another.
(What we used to have)
(What we have now)
I think it's interesting that we both heard the same sound, yet our subconscious minds came up with vastly different interpretations of what that sound signified.
Hmmm. . .