1 March 1999
Sleep laughing
In the middle of the night sometime, I was awakened by Tom, shaking me, "Are you ok?" It took awhile for him to burst into my dream. I was enjoying it immensely and laughing my ass off. OUT LOUD. He thought I was sobbing and was quite concerned. I managed to come out of sleep long enough to realize I was laughing my ass off and that Tom was very concerned. I remember explaining to him that I was laughing at the vacuum cleaner. Go figure. Sure wish I could remember THAT dream! I have the vaguest of vague memories of a vacuum cleaner unexpectedly squirting people (that I don't like?) in the face with water.
Tom was wonderful with his stop smoking thing. I don't think I had intentions of quitting today, but I thought about it for a good while before I went out to the car and looked for a pack of previously 'lost' cigarettes. It seems that whenever we 'quit', one of us cheats and then the other one jumps the cheating bandwagon and within days, we are back to our usual smoking habits.
First thing this morning, Tom was off running errands, one right after another, so I figured he was just off smoking somewhere; he's usually the one who breaks down first (isn't he?) When he came home from some errand (he suggested that we take a nap, one of MY favorite things to do, and then disappeared somewhere when I went to sleep), he took a hit off my cigarette. Later, he lit one of his own and said it was the first one he lit since last night sometime.
