Busy Night

Last night I dreamed one of my customers at work had somehow got hold of my home phone number and was calling me up at all hours, asking where his order was. In retrospect, this may have been my cat begging for food.

Later I dreamed I was in a coffee shop that for some reason was staffed by clergy. I ordered the wrong thing, apologized and corrected myself. I managed to refrain from explaining, "You know, when the words come out on their own, and it's like speaking in tongues only not as interesting."

Still later a radio was blaring some right-wing talk show – I yelled at it a bit until I realized it was actually an opera about a right-wing radio talk show.

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My plotting hit a snag last night – I have a whole story arc roughed out that requires Viv & Ginny to leave the base, perhaps permanently – Ginny`s pregnancy was to have been the reason, but my preliminary research suggests the undersea base is probably no more dangerous to a pregnancy than a commercial airplane – less so, because the pressure`s not going to be changing frequently. This leaves only Dr. Marj making excuses that she`s not an OB-GYN, but that won`t wash either – if she`s qualified to be the base doctor, she`s got to be able to handle all ordinary medical situations, and having a baby is not exactly a rare disease known only to specialists. I could give Ginny a family history of health risks, but the plot I have planned out requires survival of some harsh situations, so that won`t work either. Hm.