I have been experiencing a bit of what is called “caregiver burnout” and yesterday was especially out of sync. It’s not surprising that I had a dream last night in which John and I escaped to a tropical island — which turned into a “police state” before our very eyes (surprisingly not our fault in any way). In the dream, John wanted to get the next plane out. Quite uncharacteristically, I refused. “If we keep moving — make ourselves moving targets — there’s a good chance that the insurgents will not shoot us,” I calmly told him. Haha. You know things are not going splendidly when you choose near-certain death over yet another day of your routine. Happy to report that today is a much better day. And I am still laughing at the look on John’s face when I delivered that line in my dream.