Last night I dreamed that I was signing people up for a driving competition. Basically it would have been the same thing as one stage of a Pro Rally event on a tarmac surface. Cars raced, one at a time, for the best time, through a particular twisty stretch of road. Of course the event was won by a certain black SVT Focus with a personalized tag that said "6 SPEED".
How come I never get to drive?
Tandra got her MRI results today. No slipped discs. Now she has to go in for a "nerve conduction" test. I guess they stick her arm full of needles and zap electricity through to see which nerves are working and whatnot. So that's fun.
Last night we bought a light to replace the nasty-ass ceiling fan in the living room. Then we realized that we don't have a wall switch for the ceiling fan, it's completely pull-chain operated. Meaning there would be no switch for the new light. So I have to figure out what to do about that. Maybe they make some sort of remotely controlled switch so I won't have to do any difficult wiring tricks.
Hey, odd, my dream looked something like this: