I missed a call last night from my great-uncle about my granny’s husband. Doyle took a turn for the worse yesterday. He had a blood clot in his leg that travelled up into his lungs and they had to put a breathing tube in. Thank you for your continued thoughts and prayers for both of them.

More vivid dreams last night. I drank the chamomile, which I really like, but it doesn’t stop something as strong as an SSRI from messing with your head. I’m not having problems sleeping, I’m just “busy” all night. *sigh* My subconscious is in overdrive.

Really not a lot to say other than that. I have that feeling of dread. I’m not too fond of the realities of life.