Today Julia and I got the ball rolling and by day’s end, were ready to call it a night by 9:30 PM. We got stuff caught up around the house and even had time to take a stroll through town for dinner at Friendly’s.
The sun paid us a visit while we were out, which was cool. The temperature was actually 46 degrees instead of the forecasted 36 degrees it was supposed to be. But… Who’s going to complain about that, “Right?”
I did have a few disturbing dreams this morning and, sure enough, received a text from our good friends at the FBI asking me to Remote View a set of coordinates for them when I had a chance in the near future. They indicated there was no major rush on this one. But they also seemed to be hinting that, if I could get it done in the next day or so, they would greatly appreciate it.
Julia commented, “It’s almost like they are watching the house or something. But at least they aren’t banging on the door at 3:00 AM in the morning anymore.”
She then laughed and kissed me saying, “I’m not complaining. Honest. It’s just a little creepy. Their timing with texts and things.”
“Well Julia…” I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that you looked damned formidable the last time they came calling at three in the morning even though you were naked. I’m pretty sure they knew that ball bat you were holding wasn’t an engraved invitation to come in for tea.”
Julia laughed saying, “Yeah… That was a morning to remember.”
She then kissed me again and said, “I’m guessing you’re going to want to work a Remote Viewing session on your own at some point?” I nodded.
“I’ll do it on Monday while you’re at work,” I said. “This way…”
I was cut off with a kiss from Julia before she softly breathed, “This is our time. I know. And… Yeah… I appreciate that. Thanks Babe.”
Julia then paused, looking at me hard for a moment before saying, “You already know what they want. You were dreaming this morning and…” Julia’s voice trailed away as she watched me before she said, “You just want to verify what you saw to make sure it isn’t pertaining to something else.”
Again, I nodded, smiling this time, and replied, “You’re catching on fast.” Julia giggled, “My husband is a good teacher. Sometimes I think you should be the therapist and I should be doing what you do with the tech stuff.”
Julia then burst into raucous laughter at the look I was giving her. “Yeah. You’re right,” she said. “We will leave things as they are while my clients are still breathing, and the internet is still up and running. We probably don’t have enough liability coverage to swap jobs for even a day.”
Julia then kissed me passionately. And… Yeah… What followed was… “Extraordinary!”