The first day of 2016 was mostly pleasant and relaxing. A 30 minute walk before breakfast, down a shady side street I'd driven past many times
The unpleasant bit was when last night's mundane dream suddenly turned into a nightmare, with my two companions graphically killed in front of me in a horrific accident. I woke from my own screams (luckily not screaming in reality) at about 5 am and couldn't get back to sleep. Didn't really want to. Kept getting flashbacks all day. It didn't seem related to anything from my real life, but I'm sure a psychiatrist would tease something out.
Another day down with good food, some exercise, and plenty of water. Why aren't I skinny yet?