Other people's dreams are boring, but...

I did just want to record this one.

At some point in the early morning, I woke (I do this all night long) to find that Barry Was Not There. This almost never happens; he gets chased off sometimes by Mac, but he always comes back.

And then I slept again, and dreamed that I lost him.

Specifically, I dreamed that I took the boys to a shopping mall, to let them run around; apparently I had done it before. This time, Barry ran away down the escalator, and I couldn't catch him. Turned out there were lots of other cats there. I did not abandon Barry, no, I would go back to find him if I could - but meantime, I brought Mac home with Another Cat. Who was a Weird Cat: odd grey spots on white, with a docked tail, really rather ugly already, before you looked at his eyes. Of which he had four. The two regular ones (tho' they looked like they had cataracts, nevertheless they were what he used to see with) had been moved high up on his head, to make room for two artificial ones: one of which was blank as a button, and the other was like a watchface with the numbers 1084 artily displayed in black on yellow like a smiley face...

And then I woke up again, and there was a Lump beside my elbow as there ought to be, and all was more or less well.

[Oh, and I also dreamed that I was trying to use a browser but the URL bar kept filling up with screensaver, but that was another dream, I think. Somehow more creepy.]

Stuck

There is no stuck.

There is only write, or not write.

Today...?

May be a day of not write. Bugger.

Stuck schmuck

*writes*

[See the pages turn and peel away, like a magical cinematic effect! In black and white! 325, 326...]

Two cats. One windowsill.

They say the age of miracles is past...





You know what?





They're right...





[Vroom! No still picture can capture the rate at which my poor bullied Barry disappears down the stairs, leaving Mac in sole possession of the sunshine which somehow doesn't show up in these pix...]

I wish I could eat more

Seriously, I really wish I had two men's appetites, and time for twice the meals. I can't eat enough to keep up with my own cooking.

I had Helen round mid-week, and made curry. Curries. I am still eating leftover curries. Meanwhile, the cauliflower that I had planned to make a cauliflower-and-mac cheese with is still sitting, waiting; but I had to go to the supermarket today, and there was all this oxtail going cheap, and I do love to cook oxtail...

So there is oxtail in the oven, very slowly stewing with onions and carrots and fennel and juniper berries and rosemary and thyme and bay and red wine, and I shall have somehow to eat that in the next few days. With buttered cabbage, I think, and celeriac-and-potato mash. But I have a new wok, and I really wanted to be using that; and...

You see my dilemma. What is a man to do...?