TheLimey and I actually had a conversation the other night...was it last week? No, maybe the week before. I mean a normal, honest-to-goodness conversation that included laughter and...content and...stuff. We even had a glass of wine while conversing! Limelet went to sleep relatively early and even stayed asleep with no intervention long enough (half an hour) for this to take place.
One thing we talked about was how fantasy changes as one gets older. We used to fantasize (and I won't say whose was which) about winning the lottery, being able to fly, being incredibly attractive, having a really cool car, or dating celebrities (--no, wait a minute...I don't think that either of us has ever been terribly into celebrities. Scratch that. Unless you count my primary-school crush on James T. Kirk...anyway--).
TheLimey revealed his innermost fantasy life, and yes--it was something nearly impossible to achieve. He fantasizes about having the chance to sit on the sofa and have a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea.
Me? Well, I've discovered that I am almost always too exhausted to even fantasize about cheese anymore. Kind of like when you're too sick to watch TV, if you've ever experienced that. I guess I fantasize about getting to sleep in until 7:00 or even 7:30.
Or getting to bed earlier, so here goes.