Oh dear. . .

Last night I woke up convinced there were spiders in my bed. I jumped up, may have screamed, and began pulling the covers off the bed and shaking them out, looking for spiders. Then I woke up enough to realize I had probably dreamed the spiders, and so went back to sleep.

Today I apologize to Andy about my crazy spider antics last night. "I must have been really stressed." I told him. He replied,

"Hon, you do that almost every night. Either that or sit straight up in the middle of the night and say 'Oh, it's just you . . . '"

You certainly learn things about yourself when you live with another person, but this is something I had no idea I did on a regular basis. I'm also not sure how much this phenomenon has related to my crushing fear and stress about going to the national general meeting for microbiologists on Monday to present a poster.

Please just keep reminding me I won't live like THIS forever.