It's a lovely nightgown--long-sleeved and burgundy-colored. I'll bet I could wear it as SCA garb with a bra and chemise under it. Coolness!
The Scurrilous Danish Cariacatures: It seems that the imam living in Denmark who first brought these drawings to the attention of Muslims in the Middle East neglected to tell them something before getting his compatriots riled up. Apparently, some of the drawings he brought with him to show around and fuel outrage were never published by the Danish newspaper that printed the others, and the origins of the unpublished drawings are uncertain.. I'll be interested to see how that plays out, but I have a suspicion that the truth will simply get buried under all the hoopla, as it often does.
Dreams, morning of February 6, 2006: I had several brief dreams before I had to get up, but I only remember two.
In the first one, I was helping prepare a birthday party for my coworker E. But I seemed pathologically unable to carry anything without spilling it. I spilled containers of queso and ranchero gravy, as well as being ineffectual at assisting with anything else. Very annoying.
The second dream was like watching one of those forensics documentary shows. I saw an image of a rusted metal platform rising slowly out of the ocean, and I somehow knew that a dead body lay on this thing, and I really, really didn't want to see the corpse. I became literally 'blinded' during this and could not even hear much of the re-enactment of the crime that these shows often do.
I feel that these dreams were meant to make me aware of things I need to mature into and get past so that I can be more productive and effective as a human being.
Work: Six of the rehab assistants were out, today--two of them because of deaths in the family over the weekend. Scary. In addition to that, one of the caseworkers had a relative die. It's eerie to have had all of this happen over one weekend to so many people in the same workplace. Could it be something about the Superbowl?
I ask because my sister-in-law's father-in-law suffered a heart attack yesterday evening while he was playing bartender for a Superbowl party. Fortunately, someone there was a nurse, and she got Jerry to the hospital via ambulance impressively fast. He's resting comfortably now.
Writing: I figured out something that might help the plot of The Boy from the Sea proceed more realistically. I sort of feel like I'm groping in the dark with this one, but also as if the groping will help it be a better story, so I'm patient with it, for now.
Art: I made an icon of Jayne Cobb with a caption that is a line out of Serenity. The icon is in aerdens_icons. Feel free to take it as long as you're willing to share.
Aerden comments: "How else am I supposed to find autopsy subjects?"