I traveled back to Oregon, SO happy to be returning home, but the second day I was there, the sheep arrived—while I was still staying at a hotel, with no immediate plans to buy a house or anything. The sheep were all roaming around outside, and I was worried they'd wander off or get hit by cars. I realized I'd have to buy grazing property ASAP—most likely near Salem, an area I don't especially like—and how on earth had I ever thought I could be a sheep farmer?
That was about when I woke up. It sure beats the dreams of walking to work and back (30 miles each way). :O
When not dreaming insane dreams, I ran, bicycled, collected stuff to donate to Goodwill, read Battle Creek fanfiction and wanted more of it, saw Kingsman: The Secret Service, watched John Wick (10 minutes of plot and two hours of revenge action, though it has both Dean Winters and Willem Dafoe, so that's something), tried to go hiking and failed (access closed due to insufficient parking), and then BLAM—the weekend was over. :(
What a blur. How did yours go?