Well, here we are - the end of September.

Wow, that month went fast.

(Don't I say that every month?)

I'm a little tired this morning. Just as Matt and I were settling in last night, Penny almost woke up, so our adrenaline spiked in preparation to leap to her assistance. She went back to sleep without incident, but it took a while for the adrenaline to wear off. And she woke up briefly around 5:30, but thankfully went back to sleep for another 45 minutes or so.

But really, I'm tired because I spent most of last night dreaming - for no apparent reason - that Jennie and her husband moved to Williamsburg, but that they were living in this weird commune over by the Winery and the itty-bitty private airport.

Matt and I went to see them, but I hadn't told Matt it was a commune, so he stopped the car just outside the gates and looked at all the enormous bubble-domes that contained the living quarters and said, "What the hell is this?"

"It's a commune. Jennie said to just follow the road straight to the end."

So we went in, driving along a very bumpy gravel-y road, and sure enough, the very last bubble-dome was surrounded by parked cars. So we parked and went inside, and we found their... um...

There were no rooms. I can't even call it a cubicle, because there weren't any half-walls, either. You just had to know where your space stopped and another's started. And the spaces were tiny - like maybe eight feet by six. The beds were in what looked like filing cabinet drawers that pulled out - one over the other, mind you, like bunkbeds. There was no furniture, just drawers and cabinets for storing stuff, and the filing-cabinet beds.

Jennie was showing me how she'd figured out that they could watch TV on their toaster, and I said, "But how do you have sex on those beds?"

"Oh, that's easy!" she said, and launched into an intricate explanation of the beds' mattresses that I couldn't follow.

What the heck am I supposed to take out of that dream? Jennie, care to comment?

Friday mornings, my radio station does a silly "dream interpretation" thing - maybe I'll call in tomorrow, just to see what the lady says...

I was a Very Slack And Bad Girl yesterday.

I didn't do any (well, much) work at work; I spent most of the day working on my new scrapbook. (But it looks really nice!)

And I didn't go to the gym.

And I didn't make dinner (though in my defense, neither Matt nor I were actually hungry anyway).

So today, I really, really should attempt to do something vaguely productive.

Well, and that's that.

Penny's last bottle of formula is in today's lunchbox. It took nearly two months to use up all the formula we had on-hand when the doctor told us we could switch her to milk, but it's done. From now on, she gets milk.

I need to remember to stop at the store on the way home and pick up some more milk.

--Liz