Scout woke me up around 3-ish by chewing on my face mask. I had to fully rouse to stop her, and when I opened my eyes I saw Margot on the skype screen getting dressed. Was able to turn on the mic and say hello before going back under, Scoutie my chest duvet. Again: Coincidence?
Had upsetting dreams later about playing board games with my brothers (Craig cheated, of course) and discovering a massive black widowish-looking spider in my bedroom which, upon capture under a cup, turned out to be a malignant alien shape shifter who simply lifted the cup with newly-grown tentacles and skittered off behind a bookcase. No Oak in that dream.
Tammi has spoiled Scout unconscionably by holding her in one arm while cooking breakfast and doing other kitchen tasks. Scout is avid and now takes it as her right. When Tammi doesn't pick her up, Scoutie has been leaping onto her back from the nearest counter, twice drawing blood. Tammi is now talking about borrowing a Snugli from her mother...
The AC went on the fritz again, this time needing freon. I had to cancel Monday's PT but we made up for it yesterday in a cool house, with Gil actually arriving on time and my various problem sites healed enough to push into new exercise territory. It was brutal. I was, as M says, knackered afterward, and am sore today. Working HARD.
I have also been surging ahead in fleshing out my family tree. Now have over 12,500 individuals identified. Last night I was greatly entertained by a line living near Memphis where one girl was named Verbel and a later nephew was named Rade Tubal. Can't make up stuff as good as this.