About seven o'clock last night the sky finally birthed that rain baby it was so heavy with yesterday. It poured rain all night long and it was so lulling that both Mr. Moon and I slept far later than we usually do. I'd been having one of my truly funky dreams with a house so familiar I know it almost as well as my own but it is not a house I'd ever want to live in. I'm always taking care of many children in this house and there are rooms galore, most of them taken up with old appliances that do not really work, dirty laundry that would fill up all the machines in ten laundromats, a kitchen with no lighting, no real food in the refrigerators (there are many), and a choice of stoves that range from horrible to worse than that. And somehow in these dreams I must create order, protect and feed the children, and do something about the general filth of the place.
Obviously I am always grateful to wake up from these dreams and today was no exception. I was muzzy-headed for an hour after getting out of bed, trying to break the membrane of dream world, I guess.
And it was still raining.
I decided that I was going to take it easy today. Stay in, relax, enjoy myself. Which I did. I worked on the jigsaw puzzle for well over an hour. I lost track of time in searching for the right pieces. It's a mesmerizing activity, and an addictive one too, I think. At least for me. I am not good at it. I am neither a visual person or gifted in spatial abilities which are both important in doing puzzles. How long have I been working on this one? And this is as far as I've gotten.
We are still wondering how in the world two people can create so much snot. My sneezes are legendary. Or should be. Every time I sneeze and almost blow the top of my head off, I think of Lis and how her sneezes sound like something a kitten would produce. She is SUCH a lady.