Diary of late night food consumption and subsequent dreams

Last night's dinner: sauteed salmon filet with a lemon and herb seasoning, brown rice, glass of Rodney Strong 1999 Cabernet Sauvignon.

Dreams: I threw a big bash on a work night. My manager even showed up, and didn't leave until 2:30am. Other guests wouldn't leave, so I ended up with no sleep. Yet I was not tired. I ended up not going into work and never called in to inform work as such. (scandal!) Someone leaves a moussed dessert of an unknown flavor in the back of my car. Ants are teeming through my car.

Zipping back to reality, I wake up at 4:38am with a headache, a dry mouth, and an overall disgust at waking up early. Kitten expresses dissatisfaction of being disturbed as well.

Well, that was banal.

Today's word challenge: Use this in conversation today

nosegay (NOZ-gay) noun

A bunch of flowers; bouquet.

[From Middle English, from nose + gay, from gai (ornament).]

"My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

"To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer."
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, 1924.

Menu madness

Tomorrow's Breakfast Special in the cafeteria here at work:

"Blam Slam Breakfast"

I think Homeland Security may have to get involved.