I had a dream last night, but when I woke up I got a phone call, and try as I might, it's not coming back now.
That's ok. Dreams are a substitute for reality, and long distance is, as they say, "The next best thing to being there." So a phone call trumps a dream. But what's next? A knock at the door? Ok, I suppose not.
I gotta mow the lawn today. It's been two weeks and it's getting wild and woolly. All the rain and sunshine are making it grow exponentially.
The same with the cat hair situation in the house. Cold weather, then hot. Cats are shedding again. I broke the vacuum cleaner and had to skip a week. Now I gotta play catch up.
Looks like I picked a bad week to stop doing meth.
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