Goodness! I'm late this morning. I slept like a log last night, albeit one that was floating downstream on a mighty river... night before last, I dreamt of the big lake, or the ocean perhaps, perfectly quiet, shrouded in mist, and still as glass... last night, a walk through a wide river-bottom had me follow a rocky red path through deepening waters, until I was met rather suddenly by a rushing, rolling river like I have never seen. My destination was around a large bend and further up the bank, but there was no passage. Even turning around was almost an impossibility, as the waters behind me had quickly closed in to the point that I could not see a way, and even if I could... I would surely be swept away. Fortunately someone pulled up in some kind of truck-boat at that very moment, and drove me to a ramshackle place up the road where there were a bunch of peculiar dogs with ears big as bats, and fur as soft as...whatever is softer than bat fur. The woman and her entourage there seemed to be up to something shady, at this roadside attraction, but since my hero turned out to be Kevin Nealon, I decided it was time to wake up and get on with my day.
Those waters were powerful. Suit of cups comes to mind...
Thank goodness, for sleeping hard, and for the light inch of snow that fell here overnight.
Now off to the rug laundry, and to work...
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