8am wet food

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It’s not really raining hard this morning. I seem to be lucky so far this year that the rain is either before or after I need to go out and feed the animals. It was barely drizzling or spitting. I…

8am wet food

It’s not really raining hard this morning. I seem to be lucky so far this year that the rain is either before or after I need to go out and feed the animals. It was barely drizzling or spitting. I don’t actually know if it was raining at all or if it was just the wet trees dripping on me.

To my surprise the chickens and the pig both happily came out of their coop to find food. I wasn’t fully prepared for that but I went back into the house and created meals for both of them. For all of them.

The dogs didn’t want out. You don’t like getting wet.

The alarm woke me up this morning in the middle of a really cool dream. A new take on the sideways elevator that actually was much more interesting than the old sideways elevator dreams that happened at my hotel in Las Vegas. This one was in Georgetown in the new section of town that I have not yet figured out whether it exists, or whether it’s just part of the dream universe to Georgetown. I haven’t been back to my hometown in a while and without a car it may be a long time if ever.

It’s weird when I’m not positive what’s real and what’s a dream and I suspect that might happen more as I age. I can blame it on age or drug use. At this point it doesn’t really make any difference which caused it. It’s a neat phenomenon that I try not to say out loud too much in case I’m wrong.

I can imagine one day saying to someone some story about the rapid transit system in my hometown and having them look at me sideways like a dog does when it doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say.

It’s 8:30 now and I could happily go back to sleep although I probably won’t pick up on the same dream since it’s been 90 minutes. However, the dog started barking so of course it did. They both want to see that it’s raining and perhaps rush out to a pee spot and then back to bed wet.

I guess that’s something I should be aware of. It’s not really nice of me if I let the dogs back in their bedroom soaking wet, or even soaking damp. Soaking moist would probably dry by the afternoon. But that that’s not really soaking.

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