It's like I'm interfacing with the world through a layer of wool batting. Not springing awake with the alarm, and haven't been for a couple months. Supposedly that's the key to a productive life: Not hitting the snooze button; engaging in conscious and volitional acts from the instant one becomes conscious in the morning. I'm failing at that of late.
This morning I kept trying to fall back asleep because in my dream I had, for some reason, traded the Subie and the Bimmer in at some little tote-the-note lot on a slightly ratty-around-the-edges AMC AMX. Because that would be a practical daily driver. Also, I didn't know how I was going to convince dream Bobbi to help me install a stereo in the dream AMX, because you can't expect someone to go on roadtrips without tunes.