It's been an interesting day so far. I didn't sleep well last night. Keegan got home from a job in Yosu at around 11:00 last night (Monday). He had been gone since 3:00 Sunday afternoon! Needless to say, I was quite happy to see him, and he was quite happy to be going to sleep. So with all that excitement, I was up a bit later than usual. Then I had a terrible nightmare about my friend being pursued by a bloodthirsty vampire. She was living in a woman's shelter to get away from him, but we knew they couldn't keep her safe. So we devised a plan that when the bad guy came to look into her room, she would sit outside on the window ledge, and I would pretend to be in a passionate embrace with one of our male friends. That way the pursuer would hopefully be embarrassed and leave the room immediately, without realizing who was in the room. I thought it was a pretty good plan.
I had another nightmare about being pursued by a killer a few nights ago. I think these dreams are a result of two things: a) reading The Devil in the White City, which is about the Chicago World's Fair in 1893 but also about a serial killer who seduced women near the fair and b) watching "Twilight" with Glenda on Sunday night. Keegan was in Yosu, and John had to be sociable at some dinner, so Glenda and I planned a ladies night in with pizza and hot young vampires. The movie was terrible, but we enjoyed making snide comments about it. The best part was when the lead vampire, Edward, tells his teenage paramour "You must see me in the sunlight! You must know what I truly am!" I thought he must be truly terrible in the sunlight, but I joked that he would be even better looking than is humanly possible. And in fact, when he steps dramatically into a sunbeam, he looks......exactly the same. Fortunately his lover notices that his skin is sparkly. Wow, now she really knows what she's getting into: dating someone with sparkly skin! Anyway, my sleeping brain apparently gets quite creative when I've been thinking about vampires and serial killers.
So, I woke up sleepy and grumpy from a scary dream, and I dragged myself to the pool. Sleepily, I dumped out my towel and swimsuit and goggles on a bench in the locker room and arranged my jacket and my street clothes in my locker. When I turned back around, my towel was gone. Puzzled, I started looking around, only to realize that another woman in the locker room had clearly mistaken my towel for a free one provided by the pool, and was standing on it to dry her feet off while she got dressed. Of course, there weren't actually any free towels around, and I still needed something to dry off with, so I had to retrieve it from the floor and use it just the same. Ugh!
Fortunately, from this point the morning improved: I did my swim, drove home, and had an excellent breakfast of strawberries and yogurt. Hopefully, it's all uphill from here.