Friday: finished a bunch of people's drinks when we went over to the Main Despot after work. I stuck around to work on MDS stuff.

Saturday: marshalled at Walker recall rally. Went home and went running (in my new shoes!) and played TA with Fizz, who had just arrived from Colorado. Went to sleep.

Dreams from Sunday morning:

• I was drinking all the pop from my fridge.
• I was re-visiting a beach A-Day and I had stopped at near Amsterdam. It wasn't the one on the North Sea that we stopped at in real life; this one was in a city between 2 lakes, and there was a bundle of railroad tracks that you could take to get there that were built on a string of sandbars. At the end of the dream I was trying to write my name in the sand, but kept realizing that I'd written the letters in the wrong order and having to start over. Finally I wrote out "TOGoS" as simply and quickly as I could (so there would be less chance to screw it up), diagonally across the square of sand I'd flattened. That last attempt seemed successful.

I woke up and realized that I had a cold.