Tonight I dreamt: I was running after Mr. Ano Nym ( mascot of a supermarket chain, a guy clad all-black: trousers, trench coat, Borsalino, mercifully not known beyond our country´s borders), who was, in the manner of Super-Mario, launching question- and exclamation marks instead of fireballs while climbing ladders and dodging flying cabbage heads. When I finally cornered him, he turned around-and his front-side was that of a Ninja turtle wearing an Anonymous mask a la Guy Fawkes. The following part is well-known in our bedroom: me sitting upright and having a laughing fit. I could not sleep afterwards, because it was not the first time I had that kind of dream, and usually it meant I had forgotten something that should have been done long ago,therefore the question marks. I don´t know why I dream of them, but they are an unmistakable sign that my decrepit brain tries to tell me something is amiss. As a precaution I sent myself a Mail, because I often forget about my dreams. At three in the morning. Hubby thought me on the brink of madness. Most of the morning I racked my brain: what was it I had forgotten? And just when the first bangers were fired to ring in New Year´s Eve, I remembered: last day of the year is deadline of my official annual program concerning work. Of course I had started to work on it at the beginning of the semester. Only that somehow I forgot to finish filling out the tabels and columns. Now I´m sitting at my PC in a rather filthy mood. Doing computing certainly was not on today´s agenda. I´ve finished now, and had a few spare minutes before the first guests will arrive. Now let´s go and feed the outdoor cats,which are a bit nervous because of the constant noise of the firecrackers, then I´ll confine Namo and Vaire to the upper bedroom, because those two constantly try to snitch the salmon. Wish you all a Happy New Year!
