I didn’t want to get up and face the day. I woke up at 10 but stayed in bed reviewing my dream, it was a pretty cool fascinating one. We were doing art in a class. Then my brother took me to an apartment of his girlfriend ( in real life I don’t have a brother) and ICE came for them. They took me to a residential art school.

In the dream there was like 5 feet of snow. That was the reason I didn’t want to get up, snow. I didn’t want to see how much we got. But we didn’t get that much, thankfully.

I was able to sleep well last night. It was cold and that always helps. Gonna be cold for the next week. Subzero cold. But I’m gonna have to go out in it. Monday I have my therapy appointment and Tuesday and Thursday I have art class. Brr 🥶