$37 at the pump

I’m doing really well at biofeedback. Today I made the little red and green lines match up, even though when I first stood up, the right neck muscle was way higher than the left one.

But since leaving her office today, I find myself unable to correctly position my head. I shouldn’t stretch it forward, but how far is too far back? My neck feels tense now.

Had a fitful night of sleep, either from anxiety about my stress therapy appointment, the possibility of Rob getting a job with Friday through Monday shifts, or the possibility of one of two agents who have expressed interest actually representing my manuscript.

In the few moments I actually slept, I had a wacky dream that a helicopter was landing in front of the door to a fictional RFE office building. I had to run to make sure it didn’t land on me.

I went in a revolving door, came out the other side, and then went back in again. That time I jumped out so fast (inside the building) that I bumped into people. I got dirty looks for bad revolving door manners and I tried to explain that I was afraid the door would spit me out too far away from my intended destination.

I tried to buy a book for a book signing, but the author wasn’t there that day. It was the second time I tried. He was a John Grisham/Dan Brown type: prolific, but not literary (Forgive me, I’ve never actually read a Grisham book). I wanted to meet him because he’s an author, not because I was a fan of his work. His people were really mean to me. And I thought, “Harrumph. Have they ever lost my business.”