Early in the morning

I know that it isn't really that early...it's after 9:00, after all. It feels early, though. That is because I have awoken before Anna, and when she was awake briefly, she was very confused and out of it. On a typical morning, she is up before me, and she is quite hyper and excited to be up, while I am groggy and confused. Not today, though. I was not hyper, but also was not groggy. I had had this strange dream, involving my old van that broke down almost five years ago, my family's lake cabin, and my parents church. The strangest part of the dream was that I was sitting in the choir loft at my parents church, except the chairs had been replaced by regular pews, and I was opening some mail that had been sent to my parent's address. The mail included about four hundred dollars in checks that various people had sent to me, and I accidentally dropped the entire stack of mail, but I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked on the floor. Possibly the strangest part of all this was that the entire time I was in the choir loft, there was a major holiday church service going on around me, and some how it was okay for the choir to help me look for the dropped mail, as long as no one knew about all the checks that were missing.

Weird.