February 28th, 2009

Weathercock

Brief status update, then back to sleep.

The bacon salt arrived and I opened the bottle of hickory flavor to turn a serving of plain cream of wheat into a cunning vegetarian imitation of bacon grits. NOM NOM NOM.

Other than that my brain has melted from sleeping-as-stress-relief this week and sleeping with the radio on makes me have really bizarre dreams, particularly during The Story.

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Not something I dreamed: A six-pound chunk of metal that crashed through a Dallas roof turned out to be a part that broke off a commercial mulching machine at a business near the house and not a piece of space debris.