Sunday Kind Of Love

You've gotta love Sunday. No work, had a nice night out last night with..........MNC (See post "Valentine's Day After") He hates that tag, by the way. Sorry babe. Me and the dog, just hanging out, sipping steamy drinks from an over-sized mug. Earlier it was tea, now it's hot chocolate. It's only about 35 degrees F outside on this fine spring morning (almost noon actually)

I have been beaten and battered with work lately to the point of exhaustion. I come home and collapse on the couch, vegetate, go to bed. I have had no energy to do anything else...including blog. It's sad really. Must do something about this.

As for last night, Luciano's is the most incredible Italian place. It's big, and crowded, and noisy, and friendly, and the food is oh so wonderful. I sipped a Pinot Grigio and nibbled on bread with olive oil, salad, hot sausage stuffed peppers....and all of that before the pasta came. I took most of my chicken fettuccine alfredo home and ate it for breakfast today.

AH LIFE IS GOOD

CRAZY

There have been a lot of changes in the company that I work for over the last several months. A few weeks ago, I was so stressed that I was seriously considering seeing my doctor. Instead, I pressed on, and I guess that like many of us, I'm just dealing with it. I've always been really good at "dealing with" life. Unfortunately that doesn't make the stress any less stressful, and I think right now, it's beginning to cost me.

For night's on end, I have been having bad and/or stressful dreams. A week ago, I dreamed my mother was in declining health, she told me my father had died and there was no money to bury him. I was crying in my dream, and woke up crying...so upset, because there would be some many people hurt if we did not give my father a proper burial. He is a very well loved member of our family and group of friends. "OKAY, this was the classic feel like you have no control dream," I reasoned with myself. Like that dream where your teeth are falling right out of your mouth, and you're catching them in your cupped hands. The first time I had that dream, I went straight to Borders the next morning, and looked it up in one of those dream books.

Last night, like many nights as of late, I dreamed about banking in general. It's like I'm still working in my sleep. I'm figuring people's penalties on early CD withdrawals, figuring how much they can afford to borrow and at what rate. I'm selling!!! I wake up in a sweat, tired and frustrated, feeling the pressure that is being put on me and my team during the week.

Mumblings that I hear from others at work tell me that I am not alone. Something's gotta give!!!