The cold weather is back with a vengeance. Today it is freezing even inside the house. My fingers are stiff with cold and make writing neatly a challenge.
I'm writing on the back of two nights of bad dreams. Last night's dream would have made the perfect CSI script (if only I could remember it) and it freaked me out so much that I was too scared to get out of bed to use the bathroom. Thankfully Mister Bear stirred awake not long after and I was able to go with him. If you think about hand greandes, body cavities and destroying evidence, you'll get a bit of an idea about where my dreams took me. Yeah. Not pretty.
The kids are having a scrappy (as in bits and piecy) school day. They are cold, I'm cold, the dog is shivery and no one's concentration is in good nick. I'm writing this during an extended recess and planning a short middle session. Hopefully we will pick up the pace in the afternoon.
Something is happening tomorrow which is preying on my mind. I can't discuss it here yet, and hopefully by tomorrow evening there will be nothing *to* discuss, but my headspace is full of it today. I think the kids are picking up on my uneasiness too.
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