Creepy Enola is creepy.
Last night I had an anxiety nightmare. The genre of this one is "I can't have good things," with a side order of "Help! I can't get to where I'm supposed to be!" I know exactly what triggered it, too. No, I won't discuss it, except to say that the person involved eventually did get some karma, but not without hurting a lot of people first. The initial incident was years ago, but I had a reminder of it this week.
Oh, well. I'm working hard on moving on - honest!
Today I scanned in the last photo from the batch of family pictures that I brought home two months ago. I still need to finish filing it and get it into the database. But still, it's an accomplishment! I still have at least 20 pages of negatives to sort through, and some of those have prints associated with them. Prints and negatives were not always together, so this has been a challenge to sort out. When I get that done I have to clean up some of my data, then I think I may be ready to share it all with family members.
I took a much longer than usual walk this morning between that and the fitful sleep last night I'm really feeling it right now. Maybe I'll crash tonight. Maybe pigs will fly.
Went out for Tex-Mex tonight, then watched "Nine to Five" in honor of Dolly Parton. It had been so long that I'd forgotten quite a bit of the movie, so it was almost like seeing it for the first time.
I caught the above picture of Enola when she sat on a light-up coaster in the living room. Scary!
Y'all have a great weekend!