It’s raining today, which I really don’t mind considering we’ve been blessed by more than a week of cloudless skies hanging overhead.

I was originally going to post a strange dream that I remembered from this morning, but it’s probably a little too embarassing for me to post it for public consumption. Let’s just say it involved me in a green sports jacket singing “Usagi Love Magic” from “Mistress Labyrinth Mugen Gakuen” on stage.

Hell if I know.

The dream was kind of interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. We’re having a contractor do some work on our house. I was certainly expecting him to arrive early, but not at 8 am. I woke up startled, and a bit groggy. I had to hastily pull on a pair of pants and a t-shirt to meet the guy at the front door. I think I looked like a wreck as the guy came in. All I could muster was a short “good morning”. He came in holding our newspaper and heading straight to work.

Probably for the best that he woke me up. The two hours after my alarm started had expired so my room was silent once more. I had turned of my computer the night before, the the eerie silence in my room surely kept me asleep. Not even the bright sunlight piercing my blinds woke me up.

I’ve been spoiled lately. Due to the contractor having to come here, my father has been forgoing overtime work and coming home at about 9 am. As such, I’ve been able to sleep-in daily (8 am is sleeping in) and take the van to work. The fact that I arrive half an hour later than usual? At this point, I don’t think I care. I won’t have to take the bus to work again for the remainder of the month. Life is good.