Not a good start to a Friday morning. What’s interesting is that, in the dream, I saw blood in the urine. Fortunately, the 10 ml of pee that I was later able to put into the toilet, did not have any frightening fluids. So I washed my clothes and the bed cover, and I left the few drops that sunk into the bed as a reminder. I went downstairs and announced my achievement to my sweet mother. I watched her face as it turned from overly concerned into a look of disappointment.
After a long hiatus, I recorded a few minutes of my voice. Daddy went solo for this one. Hope it’s not too bad.