I was trying to update and catch up on friend’s posts, but Phil came upstairs and said I was typing too loudly. :( So I won’t.
I’ve been up since before four, unable to sleep after a dream in which his little friend from work, the one who is so rude to me on the phone (in squeaky-voiced baby-talk! As in he’ll be back in a “widdle” while!), showed up at the house to tell me a few things that Phil had been afraid to. I hate dreams like that; I just want to roll over and push him out of bed, even though I know it’s just a dream. *sigh*
Back downstairs to warm up. I’ll be quiet now.