I had the strangest dream last night. I was staying in a hotel, and there were more ghosts in it than real people. Nothing sinister or evil, just a bunch of people that checked in and didn't know that they had all died in a fire 80 years before, so they kept up their routine in the motel. Watching ghosts swim was interesting, and during meals they were all frustrated because they were unable to eat the food and couldn't figure out why.
I really need to stop eating anything too close to bed time.
With luck, this time next week Hubby will be home. I'm hoping for as early as Thursday or Friday, but I'm not holding my breath. One way or the other, he should be home by July 1 at the very latest. At least he had better be! I would like to see my Husband for a little bit before he leaves again in July!