It's no laugh-in matter

I think I have my brain in upside-down.

Maybe it was a particularly enthusiastic circuits session that did it but it's not working the right way round.

Normally I sleep soundly at night, occasionally dreaming but nothing much that I recall; for the last week my dreams have been so vivid and so stressful, it's no wonder I am waking up exhausted and yawning all day.

Last night's dream involved Harvey and was, well, too horrid to think about.

Husband asked if I am worrying about anything: not that I know of.

Come to think of it, it's only started since I began eating yoghurts (those with Bifidus ActiRegularis in them). Hmm, interesting. But stoopid.