It was some Lebowskian nightmare: I was holding a bowling ball looking down a long alley. Instead of ten pins there were 50. And instead of two rolls, I got 5 but after each roll, I grew more tired. Then I awake.
It was Monday morning. Dream as symbolism? I’m not a believer, but the 5 rolls may have been the 5 days of the week. The 50 pins? My to-do list – and that was just the big ticket items. And I am more tired.
But most of the pins got knocked down. I’m paid on each one knocked down but I’ll have to pick up the spare this weekend – just a few pins were left up and they need knocked down before Monday comes and the frame is reset.