Weather: hot

Reading: various short stories on my Palm

Knitting: that dumb baby blanket

Early this morning hubby asked me something, I don't know what, and I said, "Who are you?" He laughed, which brought me nearly awake, since I recognized his voice. Then later he didn't remember the incident. So not only do I talk in my sleep, and he talks in his sleep, but we talk to each other when we're both sleeping. I don't know whether we ever learn anything from these conversations, but it might partially explain how come one or the other of us sometimes wakes up crabby.