Dreaming of work!

Oh brother! Maddie woke me up in the middle of the night because her sleeping bag had fallen off the top bunk. She was talking about a dream of an angel (from the cartoon we watched before bed), and none of it made sense in my sleepy state. There was another wake up call later on, but I only remembered that I was dreaming about Metro CareRing. Burt, one of our pantry volunteers, was giving a tour. It had something to do with a new volunteer-touring/training-volunteer program. Or something like that. Usually I am able to write down these dreams before having to tend to things, so I can appropriately clock in my time for work, so as to get paid for them - or at least that is how the joke with Jon goes at Metro CareRing. I am wondering if I can get someone to sign me in and out of the volunteer log, since I can't get paid for dreaming about Metro CareRing anymore!?!? After breakfast out with "Aunt Vicki", we were off for a fabulous morning of swimming and hot tubbing before the drive back to Portland. I enjoyed Maddie's chitter chatter: the hot tub had big bubbles and little bubbles - the little bubbles are probably so kids and babies can relax; the pool is three, four & five feet deep - she'll be ready for four when she's six and five when she's seven; and calling for help as she was "swept away" (did we really start playing the damsel in distress that early - Disney!). I had a nice afternoon with West, dinner with my lil' bro' Nick, and a walk with my sister Miki. A full, wonderful day! Hopefully I will sleep well and not dream of work. This Monday I get to sleep in!!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........