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I did go out later in the day, once for groceries and once for books. Nala and Ghibli have gone back and forth between playing with each other and sleeping with each other. It's a simple life for them.
It's warm and cozy in the house, but not as welcome or comfortable as it could be. Today has been a good day to read a book, pet a cat, or cuddle in front of a fire with a loved one. Of the three, I've done two, and would have preferred to do the third. It's that time of a Sunday afternoon when you've taken all of the baths you can stand and nothing interesting is on television and everything is closing soon. It's bored o'clock; I've run out of Twin Peaks episodes to watch and I'm not tired enough to nap right now, though the animals show every sign of wanting to do that and nothing else. The most interesting thing I've done today is bake some chicken for later, since I'm not hungry at the moment. Come to that, I haven't been very hungry very often lately.
This morning I dreamed about fencing, the first time that I can recall having done so. Sometimes I did very well, other times not so well. The dream didn't make a lot of sense, but I kept falling back into it every time I woke up and fell back asleep. After the third go-around on it, I got tired of it and muttered, "stop." The dream switched off like a light and did not return.
The rain has been incessant, everything from big fat drops that batter the greenery to a thin mist that drifts lazily into the eyes. I'm tired of rain now. Snow would be better.
It's warm and cozy in the house, but not as welcome or comfortable as it could be. Today has been a good day to read a book, pet a cat, or cuddle in front of a fire with a loved one. Of the three, I've done two, and would have preferred to do the third. It's that time of a Sunday afternoon when you've taken all of the baths you can stand and nothing interesting is on television and everything is closing soon. It's bored o'clock; I've run out of Twin Peaks episodes to watch and I'm not tired enough to nap right now, though the animals show every sign of wanting to do that and nothing else. The most interesting thing I've done today is bake some chicken for later, since I'm not hungry at the moment. Come to that, I haven't been very hungry very often lately.
This morning I dreamed about fencing, the first time that I can recall having done so. Sometimes I did very well, other times not so well. The dream didn't make a lot of sense, but I kept falling back into it every time I woke up and fell back asleep. After the third go-around on it, I got tired of it and muttered, "stop." The dream switched off like a light and did not return.
The rain has been incessant, everything from big fat drops that batter the greenery to a thin mist that drifts lazily into the eyes. I'm tired of rain now. Snow would be better.