Before I forget

I have been slightly better about writing down my dreams immediately upon waking over the last couple of weeks. I still have stretches of several mornings in a row in which I remember nothing, or I remember vividly for the two minutes it takes me to pee and walk downstairs, where my mind goes blank. Still, it's better to walk downstairs, open my laptop, and type up whatever I can recall, instead of scribbling in a bedside notebook, because 1) it would probably wake Mark up (he typically sleeps another half hour or so after I get up) and 2) my fingers are slow and painstaking when it comes to handwriting, even when I'm fully awake.* My typing fingers can go like crazy, though.**

Just now, I was reading the word "formaldehyde" in an essay by David Sedaris at the exact same moment that a woman on NPR said the word "formaldehyde." This happens to me all the time (oop, Ari Shapiro just said it again, formaldehyde, just as I was typing that!). You say coincidence, I say..? 

I was reading a Twitter thread with comments that was all about the outfits people like to wear on planes, and it was so soothing. Here it is! Ahh, it is lovely to read everyone's cozy favorites. Even though I'm famous for my hatred and terror of flying, it made me want to assemble the perfect airplane ensemble. Soft pants with pockets. Joggers? I found some fleecy lined ones with pockets. A tunic of some sort, either a luxe sweatshirt or super soft cashmere. A blanket scarf. Fancy compression socks. A travel pillow, noise-cancelling headphones, and big sunglasses. 

Plus, you know. My magic talismans for not crashing, and plenty of Xanax.



*They've forgotten how? But also they have a new ache/stiffness. 
**Not to brag, but I have the typing fingers of a 30 year old.