Home for wayward donuts

 I took last week off from doing my normal Sunday routine. We had gone to Barrie Pride on Saturday and that was pretty much the whole day, so Sunday was for working on the house. We got Sunny's desk moved to the living room, which was the first step in getting the room all done. Yesterday, I finally ripped up the last of the carpet from the hallway, so not I probably have 1 day left of putting down flooring and then I can do all the base boards. We'll see if I get any of that done today. It's father's day and I kind of just want a day to chill.

Last night I had more weird dreams. The plot was something along the lines of trying to get something from one place to another without the "bad guys" getting it. I have no idea what it was. The strange part was that we were at Sunny's bio-dad's fictional house. There was a decoy group taking the thing, but in actuality, bio and I were taking it on dirt bikes instead. It was snowing and cold. We did come across a secret pot growing operation on the way.

I'm not sure if we succeeded in our plan, but we ended up at some chalet or something, up in the mountains. Sunny was there and a bunch of people were hanging out on couches in a large room with a fireplace. I was sitting next to Sunny's friend/coworker Stacey. We were talking about relationships and stuff, but I don't remember what. It's weird because I haven't seen her in over a decade and I don't really interact with her on the internet. More often than not, I forget that she actually works with Sunny.

So yeah, the two people my dream mostly focused on are people that I haven't really interacted with in YEARS. I'd say that bio-dad-in-law popped up because of father's day, but I actually dreamed about him the other night too. Just weird.

In real life news, I saw Wonder Woman again last night. The first time we saw it was at the drive in, so I wanted to see it again in the theater so I could get the full effect of the visuals. It occurred to me that I think I have an overly emotional reaction to strong women movies. They really affect me and that seems odd to me. I've traditionally rationalized it that all the action movies and comics about men are just so fucking over done that stories about women are just new stories, but I think it's more than that. I'm not sure I can rationalize it. I just know that I generally cry at least once whenever I watch them.

The new Lorde album is out on Spotify. I had heard Green Room and initially I really didn't like it, but I noticed over time that it really grew on me. On my first listen to the full album, I only REALLY liked Green Room and Sober II, so I'm wondering if more of it will grow on me. 

Oh, last thing, since I took a new role last April, my new boss said I'd be brought over to the team laterally, but then get moved up to a higher role. I've been kind of untrusting about that because my last role kept promising that for three years and never actually did anything to act on it until I told them I was leaving. But, after the last talk I had with my boss, it looks like I'm starting to move into a software architect role. The lame part is that they apparently only do moves like this in October, so I won't officially have the title until then, but what I'm actually doing at work is moving in that direction. So I am actually starting to trust that it will happen.

I don't often remember dreams. I'm not sure if it's because of my sleep apnea or some other unrelated reason, but it's just something that rarely happens. These past few weeks though, I've just had a ton of dreams.
Last night, I dreamed that a friend of mine got a house on the water somewhere. Wherever it was, it was close enough for me to come over and visit, so I did a lot. Right inside the door, she put up a hook for me a hung a bathrobe there. So when I would come over, I'd put on the bathrobe and get a cup of coffee and sit on the porch. I'd drink my coffee and look out at the water.