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Kitchen floor cleared and swept (EDIT: and washed), some bedding on line (I mean washing line, not...oh you know) more bedding in machine.

Soooo much more to do...soooo hottttt....

Next time we invite friends down must remember to invite friends down beforehand to help me clean house. :)

Paging Seanan

I've started following Edward Petherbridge's weekly blog posts, for reasons that may have been apparent, and the following passage from this post (describing a dream he had in Germany a couple of years ago) just hit me in the face:

"Despite the glare through the net curtains, which mercifully blurred the view of the train station opposite and its adjacent McDonald's, I could still 'see' (and can at this moment) the owl that had visited my pre-waking dream: it was a night owl, of course, but pale pink in colour and perched on a low wall, looking out of place in the dream’s daytime urban setting. As a man attempted to get hold of it, the owl took flight and came to rest on the top ledge of a two-storey building but, startled again, spread its wings and, in the same movement, metamorphosed into a rearing ram with horns. It was then that I woke." (bolding mine)

It's 3:30 a.m. Do you know where your rose-owl is?