I slept well last night, and even had dreams.
In one lingering dream, I was back in Germany with my NCO. He and I were climbing trees to put up antennae, working in the snow. We qualified with various weapons.
Then I wake up. My cane and wheelchair are beside the bed waiting for me.
I hate dreams.
There is a phenomena that one of my former bosses, my father and I both experienced. When you are multi-lingual, there comes a time when you start dreaming in your second language. I consider that this is because your subconscious has accepted that you are fully capable of handling a second language.
I still have trouble with acceptance.
Thanks, and God Bless,
Jay C. “Jazzy_J” Theriot