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tinhuvielI did not want to get up this morning. I wanted to stay in bed and sleep, cuddled up under my blanket. The low this morning was 60, about 10 degrees cooler than it has been, so I was a little chilly and keen on staying warm and snuggly. But I couldn't. I had to get up so I can go to work.
It's been a half month now and I haven't dreamed one iota. There's something about this that needs to be incorporated in the myth of Cadmus, that he steals dreams. Maybe I can include that in the rework of "Embrace" for the book.
I had to identify a dead cat yesterday. Janice told me about a cat that had been mushed in the road and was wondering if I was missing a member of the Pride. She took me across the road to the edge of the wood and there, flat, mangled, and covered in maggots, was my beautiful Lynxie-boy. My heart fell. He was the most unusual cat we had, looking just like a lynx. I said a silent prayer over what was left of him and committed him to the natural way of things, and returned home to those who still live.
::sigh::
It hurts me to lose a cat, but I maintain a certain distance from the Pride because I know that they're in constant danger and could die or disappear at any time. If I allowed myself to become fully attached to these cats, I'd be a wreck at least 50% of the time.
I wonder how many Fundies are gonna fall out from fright if anything unusual happens today? It'll be a good day to keep one's eyes and ears open for any humourous news stories.
I must get ready the rest of the way so I can haul my slack arse to work. I'd rather haul it back to bed. Blah.
It's been a half month now and I haven't dreamed one iota. There's something about this that needs to be incorporated in the myth of Cadmus, that he steals dreams. Maybe I can include that in the rework of "Embrace" for the book.
I had to identify a dead cat yesterday. Janice told me about a cat that had been mushed in the road and was wondering if I was missing a member of the Pride. She took me across the road to the edge of the wood and there, flat, mangled, and covered in maggots, was my beautiful Lynxie-boy. My heart fell. He was the most unusual cat we had, looking just like a lynx. I said a silent prayer over what was left of him and committed him to the natural way of things, and returned home to those who still live.
::sigh::
It hurts me to lose a cat, but I maintain a certain distance from the Pride because I know that they're in constant danger and could die or disappear at any time. If I allowed myself to become fully attached to these cats, I'd be a wreck at least 50% of the time.
I wonder how many Fundies are gonna fall out from fright if anything unusual happens today? It'll be a good day to keep one's eyes and ears open for any humourous news stories.
I must get ready the rest of the way so I can haul my slack arse to work. I'd rather haul it back to bed. Blah.
