Reorienting my Disorientation

Nothing says fun on a Tuesday morning like waking from a dream that is so vivid that one wakes not knowing where one is or which is real: the dream or what one sees when (allegedly) awake.

Sort of like after night of heavy drinking only without the pain.

Though I guess last night's martial arts class helped deliver its own dose of pain.

In other news, it's rather windy this morning.