Journal I feel like I got ran over by a truck today. Ironically, that’s not far from the truth. Earlier today Patty and I made our first off campus trip in days. We went down Route 18 towards downtown to check out the closest gas station. I think I woke up around 8am after having yet another night of fitful sleep. No exceptionally strange dreams, or waking up screaming, or worst of all, ugly dreams about Cassie. I think I woke up three times to take a piss, which is unusual for me. I wonder now if I will sleep like shit from now on because I am more afraid of dreaming than I am of dealing with the real world. Damning revelation if there ever was one.Patty was up shortly after I was, and we packed a day’s load to head down to the gas station. The weather the past few days has been chilly but not frigid, and there has been a lot of rain. We’ve seen the lake ice crack in places, and the river is high and moving right along. We opted to use the plow to head downtown with. Patty moved with her pistol and the Tac .22, and I went with the Glock, and the M15.Abby held down the fort while we were away, and Gilbert kept in radio contact.
