Befuddlrey

I'm befuddled. Yes, that is an official word. I haven't been sleeping again. I go through random periods of insomnia. Mostly, right now, it's because I've been going through a period of intense vivid dreaming. More on that in a bit. But then again, there's all this befuddlrey going on...which leaves me befuddled.

First, George's parents are in town. If you remember I met them a few months ago. It was a nice meeting. One of those "Hi, this is my friend Law Girl, Law Girl, this is my mom" kinda things. But this time it's a little different. Now we're hanging out. And I like it. Um. Yeah. His mom is one of the most adorable people in the world. She's nice, and sweet, and real, and down to earth, and someone I would totally hang out with and be friends with even if I didn't know him. His dad didn't remember my name, and I'm pretty sure he's trying to figure out exactly who I am and why I was there. His mom will fill him in later I'm sure. Fill him in with what? Hell if I know.

Second, we haven't been talking much. I mean we see each other almost every day, but it's extremely superficial. "How's your day?" "How's your coffee?" "How's your sandwich?" "How did you sleep?"

"Fine"

We're living in the world of fine. And every time either one of us says it I just want to scream. It's not fine. It's not fine at all. It may never be fine again. It sucks. It's horrible. It's awful. But we don't talk about it.

Third, I've been dreaming. I rarely dream. Seriously, I'm just not one of those people. My sister can tell you in vivid detail every dream she has all night long. I, on the other hand, rarely remember anything between the time I turn off the light and the time I start beating on my snooze button.

But lately...the dreams. And they're so vivid they literally wake me up. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing! Don't get me wrong, there are no scary monsters or bad guys chasing me...but they're just as terrifying. I'd tell you, but then George will read this and he won't be able to sleep for a week. So I won't tell you.

Anyway, with the dreaming I've been waking up almost every hour all night long. Usually between about 3 and 3:30 I just give up and make the first pot of coffee. The nice thing is I have time to get in a good three pots of coffee before I have to be anywhere. The down side is by the time I get anywhere I'm ready for a nap.

That said, we had a wonderful evening with his family tonight. His dad has wonderful stories to tell. His mom makes me want to hug her. His sister cracks me up and makes me feel like one of the cool kids. And his brother-in-law is a chef...need I say more? Too bad you can't have in-law's without getting married. Maybe I can just adopt them.