I’ve been working graveyard shift lately, which means my mind and body are disagreeing on pretty well everything. In fact, the two of them hate each other’s guts.
But the daytime sleeps are providing some beauty dreams.
Yesterday I dreamed I tried out for the Team Canada Juniors and was cut after what I thought was a good showing on my part. Naturally I was upset and decided to come back as a walk-on, but before I showed back up at training camp, I ran miles and worked out and skated hard on my own. I was completely focused on making the club.
I guess it didn’t matter that I’m slightly older than my teammates. About 40 years older. But I’d gotten along well with the others guys. I was just one of the boys. They kind of looked up to me like a …..grandfather figure.
And then I woke up before I found out if I made the team or not.