Grrrr

Many 'mares of late, both at night and during stolen naps.

Dreamt today that I was beating Puff. He was on ice skates (thanks Olympics) and was jumping out of the way, but I was still raging at the wee one. Talk about feeling like the sh*t upon awaking. Glad it was not actually happening but way sad over how real it did feel.

I hate my rage following me to what is supposed to be my rest.