Monday Morning

There was quite a bit of dreaming. I have ... friends, I guess. I am still stuck at home, but I have a number of live-in friends. And mom is here. We're getting along. It's funny. I don't fully get it. I'm largely the same, but I'm not lonely. I don't recall any girlfriend action, though. I am an adult in this dream, but maybe a younger one. I don't seem old, not like I am today. I am not sure how to think of it. I would not call it a great dream, a very happy dream, but ... my life in that dream is relatively richer, I guess. Nevertheless, I'm not sure if I would really want that life, especially if it does not come with good sex with hot babes. I might prefer to have my space to read and do as I please. I might want to stick to my cats.

Neighbor Dog

I thought it was too optimistic. I saw the Neighbor Dog. He is chained up on the other side. They switched sides not to let him have the lawn but to keep him away from me. He still has to lie down on concrete, and utterly lonely. God, the cruelty. Why did they get a dog? I'm sure they aren't villains, but if we all had to spend a certain amount of time in fiery hell as a sort of hard purgatory, they would surely deserve some years in hell for the way they have abused that dog.

Reading Life

I am beginning the week by taking a couple of days to read through my accumulated articles from the Internet - with breaks for the merchant of Venice. Then I will resume Doris Goodwin's "Team of Rivals". I'm trying not to let my expectations for Pop & Kay's return-at-any-moment get too much in the way of my enjoyment, though my head keeps feinting window-ward at the least erupt sound from outdoors.

Bee

There's that bee ... hovering about the patio. I did take out that nest, but that bee is still in business. Just when I think to grab the insecticide next to me, it seems to sense its danger, as it flits away. There is probably another hive somewhere. Could it be up a tree? It would seem like an ideal place, so high above and safe, camouflaged by all those branches and leaves - there to wait for me when I mow, and then I'm dead.

Pop & Kay

They're b-a-a-a-ck! At a little shy of four-thirty. The laptop enjoyed a nice break. Of course, one also has to be glad that Pop can survive a relatively arduous trip. Now I back cloistered off in the big room. Kay is probably going to stay tonight, and it's grocery week, which means she will be back in just another couple of days. But I should not complain. I did just enjoy a very, very relaxing couple of days.

Family

When Kay came into the kitchen, a little after 6:30, I stepped up to make my sandwich (my chili-flavored sloppy joe). While we were together, she mentioned that a lot of people there were asking about me. It was, after all, a family reunion. She said they were concerned about how I am doing. I was surprised. I even felt a little touched. You would think I'd be utterly forgotten, out of mind. The news sort of made me feel, for a moment, as though I were a part of the world, when I generally feel like I am cut off from the regular continuum of space-time, floating by in my own bubble. However, I am not a little worried that somebody might come to try to help me. I hope not. I don't want to work in a store or be a salesman, or anything that they might be able to arrange for me in the thought of helping me.

Pop

Pop comes into the big room. At first I thought he was going to take over the room, but, no, he wants me to get a box of kleenex for him from the high shelf. He doesn't feel up to it. I asked, "Are you feeling ill?, or just tired?" He says, "I don't know. My leg hurts, I feel chills ... I just don't feel right."