Despite going to bed late last night, I woke up this morning well before the alarm went off. In a dream, I had just had a long training experience in a Russian space camp, followed by putting on a space suit, climbing onto what looked like a T-bar (i.e. the metal T used to pull skiiers up old-school ski slopes) and riding a somewhat violent one-shot rocket up to 62 miles up before parachuting back down to earth. Exciting and awesome. (and probably derived from some in-rocket camera footage recently shown on Mythbusters.)
Then I woke up with Devo’s “Jerking Back and Forth” stuck in my head, where it’s remained through a shower and preparing to go grab a quick breakfast with Glen.
My good-verging-on-manic mood last night seems to be holding.