Strange, complicated dream last night, mostly faded now. Some sort of ghost story, in which my little brother and I go into a huge spooky house and get embroiled in a scary adventure. I think that ultimately I set off an explosion in the most dangerous room, then ran with this ficticious brother back outside. Then, in true ghost story fashion, the first person we met when we got back outside was someone who told us a seemingly-random story that ended up explaining why the house was like that. Something about her son throwing eggs and coins at the house's inhabitants' dog. ("Of course! That's why the $3 had to be in change!" Really.)
The weekend was busy and fun, all in honor of Erica's birthday. We spent most of Saturday at the Renaissance Festival, where the perfect whether meant that at least 1/3 of the population of Maryland was in attendance. What I'm saying is that it was crowded, and traffic was terrible. But we had a good time, ate plenty of food, and managed not to get crushed. We also saw a dog jumping rope. Went to Erica and Michael's place afterwards for Chinese food, kitty petting, and additional fun.
Sharif had to work Sunday, which was very sad for him, as the Erica birthday festivities continued with a trip to Marrakesh. Three hours of food, with an interval for a belly dancing performance. I approve.
Today I am sleepy. It was particularly hard to get out of bed this morning, because there was no sunlight getting into the room at all. It really did not seem possible that it was time to wake up. In fact, I'm amazed that I managed it, because I apparently forgot to set my alarm last night. So when I woke up and glanced at the clock this morning, curious to find out how much longer I had to doze, it turned out that I had 1 minute. Lucky lucky me.