in dreams

I have been having kerrazy dreams of late. Since I got back from Sweden, in fact. They range from:
1) Being stuck in a tent in the wilderness, Blair Witch styley
2) Being in a canoe
3) S and me breaking up
4) S and me being deliriously happy
5) Any mix of the above

And I am always tired when I wake up. S'not fair.

I am, however, chuffed, cos my gammy knee is pretty much fixed after a few visits to the physio and various stretches and that, and it's meant that I can go running again. There's nothing like listening to a bit of Jason Mraz (perfect for my running pace), getting some fresh air in your lungs and gradually turning your face purple with the effort.

Laaverly.