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The Saturday wrap up
Reasonable day; good weather, got housework-stuff done. Contemplated last night's dream which featured me digging some big holes in a garden to bury bodies. I'm not sure why it got to be my job. The bones (I believe they were reduced to bones) had been stored in a shed and I didn't think it was safe, but still, some of the other residents could've given me a hand. What never came up was who had done the murders and why didn't it bother any of us?
I spend a lot of time thinking, though usually when I come to post online, I've forgotten what the deep thoughts were. I know I woke up the morning after Eucador granted Assange asylum, having dreamed of airships departing from the top of a building, so there, I've solved the problem. I believe the guy is a complete prat, btw, but not that he's guilty of the sexual assault charges. Hero, no. Rapist, also no, but facing those charges would mean exposure to extradition by a power which holds grudges.
Western Power have planted a tall silver pole to one side of my garden to improve what they see as deficiencies in the current setup. I'm now considering decoration possibilities.
In one of my Scrabble games, I have seven vowels and there's nothing left in the bag, so I can't exchange them. That's surely symbolic of something, but right now I need to go do rat room service and hope for something to entertain me tomorrow. Don't like my chances. With the trains off for part of their routes and non-connecting buses replacing them, Sunday travel is almost nineteenth-century speed at the moment.
I spend a lot of time thinking, though usually when I come to post online, I've forgotten what the deep thoughts were. I know I woke up the morning after Eucador granted Assange asylum, having dreamed of airships departing from the top of a building, so there, I've solved the problem. I believe the guy is a complete prat, btw, but not that he's guilty of the sexual assault charges. Hero, no. Rapist, also no, but facing those charges would mean exposure to extradition by a power which holds grudges.
Western Power have planted a tall silver pole to one side of my garden to improve what they see as deficiencies in the current setup. I'm now considering decoration possibilities.
In one of my Scrabble games, I have seven vowels and there's nothing left in the bag, so I can't exchange them. That's surely symbolic of something, but right now I need to go do rat room service and hope for something to entertain me tomorrow. Don't like my chances. With the trains off for part of their routes and non-connecting buses replacing them, Sunday travel is almost nineteenth-century speed at the moment.