I’m mostly over my malaria-like virus. Yesterday I actually felt pretty good, but at bedtime I spiked a fever again. That meant another night of fever dreams. I’ll have the same dream over and over again. It’s always a frustrating dream. One involved me helping my wife ship some items; I managed to get the postage label on one package, but I couldn’t get the last package labelled. It didn’t help that all of the labels had Barack Obama’s face on them.
Freudians, amateur and professional, are welcome to comment on my deliria. I’m just trying to catch up on work.