Gracie's Trailer

I dreamed I was back at Lake Isabella with Gracie. I was my current age, not a child, though. I was hungry, so I rooted about in her fridge to scrounge myself up a meal. 

I found some bacon in a plastic bag in the freezer, so I tossed it on the griddle, along with some eggs and pancakes that I was making. I was eating and cooking at the same time, as well as making quite a mess of things on the stove.

Gracie came in and sat down on the sofa. She looked tired, so I offered to make her breakfast.

"Do we have any potatoes?" she asked.

I looked around and found a five pound bag of them in a cabinet above the stove. I tried reaching up to get one out, but couldn't quite get to the top of the bag, even on my tippy-toes. I got the step stool out, and still I found myself hanging precariously from some substandard shelving as I tried to wrangle just one lousy potato out of the bag.

I don't know how that part of the dream wound up. The next thing I knew, I was outside looking at some trench work that someone had left in an unfinished state. I made a mental not of it, along with the poorly constructed shelving in the kitchen, as things which I would try to rectify on my next visit up there.

Bill wasn't in the dream. He was working in Burbank at the time, but was due to come up in a week or so. I promised Gracie that I'd come back and get all the repairs squared away before he got there. I woke up soon thereafter, the repairs still just a thoughtful promise.

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I had my second Covid shot the other day and wound up with a 102.4 fever for most of the day yesterday. I ate very little and slept most of the day. Finally, about 3 pm I took some Tylenol and after another 3 hour nap I began to feel normal again.