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Marilee J. Layman

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05:35 pm: Outside!
It was after midnight when I finished here -- all that napping pushed me back -- and I hadn't eaten yet for the day. I started the Near East couscous and also the new Haven show on SyFy. I finished eating the couscous before the show ended so I just sat and watched. I don't do that often. I was asleep at 5:30am this morning, but had a strange dream where I needed a new arm and of the choices, one was whapping me. I woke myself up and it was Junie's tail whapping me. I held it a few times and then she got off the bed. I woke up at 12:50pm, 10 minutes before the alarm was going to go off, and I got up then.

I picked up a book at the library and then went to get groceries. I have a lot of aches from there and I didn't even get to the second half of the store. I'm going to have to have Peapod come soon. I picked up two days of mail coming in, and the box my SFBC book (Charlie's The Fuller Memorandum) was in had what looked like goopy yellow-orange stuff on the front. I carefully touched it and it was hard. That's when I realized the label/envelope was partly off the front of the box. The yellow-orange stuff was glue that had melted, the label/envelope slid, and then the glue hardened. That's when you know it's been hot out.

I have big pain in my left back, probably from the kitty litter, so when I finish the next post I'll go to bed and read for a bit.

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From:kip_w
Date:July 11th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)
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Okay, that was a strange dream, made perfect by waking to the whapping tail.

I'm glad it hasn't been that hot here. This weekend is a nice step back from the heat spell.
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From:mjlayman
Date:July 11th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
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The dream probably came from the tail! We've become cooler, enough that I might get out this week. I have a doctor's appointment I need to keep on Wednesday, so I'll just have to hope she's not angry that I'm there in the 90s.
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