lol. I wonder what six years worth of tp looks like.
Last night, a dream about moving to an old apartment of mine (not a real one either, one that only exists in dreams from time to time). It was full of people, and everyone seemed stressed or down right murderous. In the far left corner of the home, in the 'secret' apartment was a sick bay. It wasn't there before. On a bed was a huge old time diving suit, the kind with the big metal looking helmet. I didn't know for sure but suspected it was like an emergency piece of equipment there in case someone got sick. They would have to live in that suit until their illness passed. I wanted out of the house, it wasn't home anymore.
My inner self nudging me to take more precautions before I end up in the damn diving suit (or sick). And basically stay the hell away from people now more than ever?
It's probably because of the funeral. Up until now I'd been very careful with my people contact, especially since I'm still working. But with the funeral I'm finding it hard not to hug my sister, especially when she asks for it. And I don't know how many people she's been in contact with before me. I really don't want one of us getting the other sick.