Early morning – 1842

Got woken up by a 6:30 page this morning. It was just an alert, but it pretty much kicked my out of my dream like a football player kicks a computer nerd. I was having the weirdest dream too — James Cagney and Edward G Robinson were dressed up in gangster suits and we were all playing board games in someone’s rec room. The weird dreams are the worst to wake up from … but it’s often a relief to get out of them. Anyway, R couldn’t get back to sleep, so we got up about an hour before we needed to, and I had a little spare time before work.
So, I’m enjoying an 1842 double espresso and typing away at the little netbook pro from work (the space bar seems to begoing on this unit). Just finished up a workout at Popeye’s Gym and I’m still all warmed up from it. Plus they’ve got the heat on pretty high in here, so it’s a might uncomfortable for me. Too bad it’s still so bloody cold outside (the loud radio people from Popeye’s say it’s going down to -18 tonight). I was hoping that by mid-March, it would be a little warmer. Well, I was hoping I’d win the lottery too, but I suppose that’s not going to happen either…