Windy!


2 am: the wind is throwing garbage cans all over the neighborhood. I went out onto the front steps to bring our recycling bins inside, and found it to be 63 degrees. A bit spooked by the eeireness of all this, I found it hard to go back to sleep. I turned on the lights and sat down on the couch to read an old instruction manual or something. I looked over at the dog briefly, and saw that he levitating his holiday-colored rubber squeaky bone. I figured as long as I was dreaming I might as well go down in the basment and check on my lifetime's supply of chocolate pudding. It wasn't there. All that was left was a pile of coarsely shredded cardboard and a scattering of some fine brown powder. Darn cats.