I had a dream last night. I don’t normally remember mine, but in this one I had a dream within the dream. In the dream within the dream, I thought it might be a dream, but wasn’t sure because it was too vivid, so I pinched myself. It didn’t help. So, so much for that old saw about pinching yourself to wake up. I remember nothing else about the dream except it involved walking across the Champlain Bridge in Ottawa, which I’ve never done in real life. I think I might have waded back, which is unlikely considering that white water kayaks play in that water.
Being a geek, I’m now wondering if I woke up enough levels, or if I’m currently still in a dream. Probably not – if I were dreaming this, I’d probably leave out the knee pain.
On the other hand, my knee pain hasn’t been all that bad for a while. I think losing weight helps a lot, but then again this whole thing started when I was 50 pounds lighter than I am now, so I doubt it’s a cure. Even my elbows, which were giving me a bit of trouble a month ago, didn’t hurt after the last couple of races. A lighter boat isn’t just good for speed, it seems.
I took my car in for the New York State Inspection, a process I keep thinking of as “the annual” because of my aviation experience. While I was sitting in the waiting room, enjoying the fact that they had laptop desks on several chairs as well as full-on desks and free wifi, I got an email telling me that the car was finished. That was kind of strange, but I liked it.
Sprint is up to their old tricks again, calling my cell phone about my problem ticket (you know, the one that says my cell phone can’t receive phone calls when I’m at home) and then sending me a text message that says to reply to it, but coming from an address that you can’t reply to. Man these people are morons!