Dreamed last night of flames and panic. Woke up with my alarm, angry and scared and out of breath. Took a few moments to realize that the dream wasn't real, calmed down, then noticed that it was time to get up. Not feeling particularly rested this morning.
Open mic last night was sparsely populated, but at least that did mean that the musicians were all people that I quite like. I didn't get to hang out with the dogs at all, which made me sad. When I went to say hi to them as I left, they were concentrating all of their attention on barking at a guy who was riding by verrrrry sloooowwwly on his bike and staring at them. (I heard later that that same guy had been antagonizing them earlier, so I can't say that I blame them. Still, it was disappointing.)
I'm alone in my office at the moment, and will remain so until the afternoon. Hopefully it will be a pleasant sort of quiet.