For some bizarre reason, I keep rescuing kittens in my dreams.

A few nights ago, it was at the seashore, and I rescued them using a weird trapping type of machinery. Sort of a cross between a humane cage trap and one of those glass-enclosed claw machines at the arcade, only instead of a claw, this one just had a sliding wall that came down and trapped the kitties inside at the edge of the ocean. Go figure.

This early morning's dream was perhaps less weird, but still with the kitties. I (and some friends) were at my house (which, evidently, was a refurbished old church). We had to be sure to not let the cats out, but then someone had moved some construction panels and one of the kitties fell down into an unfinished basement. There was only some framing for stairs, so we (me and faceless friend) coaxed the kitty to climb up the two-by-fours and then we boarded up the hole in the wall again. There was something else about working at the house, and the cats roaming around but that's all fuzzy.

My twisty mind, let me show you it.

In other news, the cardiac doc visit went well. She scheduled me for an echocardiogram, but doesn't think I have any heart issues. My numbers are good; family history is good, so this is mostly to rule out the possibility of sarcoid in the heart.

Today, I visit the sleep doc for followup. I suppose I'll get the prescription for the CPAP machine, since that's what was indicated in the sleep study results. Severe sleep apnea, oh, my!

And, on that note, I need to finish eating breakfast so I can skedaddle to the doc's office.

Y'all be good!