I slept super hard for nearly twelve hours last night, through many wild and vivid dreams. I eventually got up, warm and cozy with Muad’Dib, and went to rearrange the dishewasher. Summer had another run, in the rain this time, but was back home and on the couch by then. We went to eat leftovers with Dad in the afternoon and I gave him the rest of the leftovers and turkey parts that needed to be cooked down into soup. Mom was asleep the whole time, but said she was itchy. Later on, Dad said her whole right side was broken out into hives, which would seem to have been more affected by sleeping on the unbreathable leather couch than just having the dogs inside. We probably won’t have much luck getting her off the couch though.
Eaddie left after we got back to the house, but then called Summer to say she was in a hit-and-run. I didn’t realize she was with Eli, but they got to the house in his car, and he had some relatively light scratches across the front-left bumper and driver-side mirror. All things considered, it could have been way worse, but of course they had almost no description of the vehicle that hit them. Summer and I had them call it in to the police, and then they left again.
Once I got cleaned up, Summer and I settled in to watch Wicked. I hadn’t realized how long the second part had been out in theaters, so we missed our only chance to see it in IMAX 3D. We’ll just have to settle for a Sunday matinee in town.
If only because dust is what we come to.