That big gray and white feral cat got in the house last night and he and Jack fought all over the place with wild yowls and howls and knocking of doors and spilling of things and now my house reeks of cat piss and Mr. Moon says it looks like a rabbit was skinned upstairs.
Plus, I have to go get my teeth cleaned.
I do not have great hopes for this day.
Jack looks good though. No obvious wounds.
So at least there's that.
And I just went to let the chickens out and after a three day absence, little Miss Violet is suddenly back with the flock.
Still, you have no idea how much I just want to go back to bed. Although, actually, the vile and weird dream I was having when I woke up is not anything I'd care to revisit.
It's unbelievable to me that I hold such bizarre thoughts in my head which spill over and reveal themselves as I slumber.