Other rando dream: I dreamed I was living at home but as an adult. I had a very fat, fluffy cat that ran off with its kitty posse. My dream mom— not real one — and I chased it into a privy on a ledge near a tannery, the privy fell down the ledge into a nasty stream of polluted water. Caught the cat.

Part 4: At this juncture I hear an ominous sound rumbling above , and suddenly a torrent of water starts pouring out of the ceiling, like a broken pipe or overflowing sink. I think of all the expensive woodwork and furniture and electronics being ruined. It’s just… so church.

Part 3: We are all waiting for the service to start, to go into the sanctuary. It’s like an upscale reception going on with snacks and beverages. These women are like “ pick me” girls and seem offended that I am not paying attention to them; one especially. I am annoyed at them… leave me alone.

Part 2: Anyway, I’m there, and wandering through the building. I come to a lounge that has a TV built in the wall broadcasting the Religious News Service 24/7. I think that is odd. I find myself sitting next to three women who are lesbians, middle aged.

Interesting rando dream: I dreamed that I was in my 30’s, married to E1 but living in my old university town. My old parish there had just built a new church off the freeway. It was a contemporary boxy building, but inside everything was luxe — fine woodworking, stained glass, etc.

Make Me Smile — Chicago.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Stevie Wonder.

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.

Haven’t added to my love playlist in awhile:

How Long Will I Love You? Waterboys
I’ll Stand By You Pretenders ( how did I miss this?)

I just saw someone call PTSD “ spicy nostalgia,” and I can’t stop laughing.

Meanwhile, E1 was informed that she finally gets her total knee replacement — in a couple of weeks, not months as is usually the case. She is at something called Joint Camp today — no s’mores, singalongs or T- shirt. Our home is a flurry of healthcare prep.

Health update: Turned out I have a- fib, and am due to get “ zapped” soon to restart my heart rhythm. I had a disturbing mammogram that turned out to be benign, but still have to have some outpatient surgery. Other than that, I’m peachy- keen.:-(

Lingering lung problems… on my inhaler all morning.

My chest congestion has mostly cleared up, but I’nm still using a rescue inhaler maybe 3X daily.

Menopausal sweats that must be from the Lisinopril… but that!s better than falling asleep on half a Norvasc tab.

So far the Lisinopril is not doing anything bad to me.

Dream: Working for buffoonish authoritarian government, making and spying on a colony of mini- humans abd cows. sub- Barbie size. Dumped 3 dozen off at experimental farm. Seemed like a stupid experiment.

My pollen- triggered bronchitis seems to be getting a bit better, although I had to use an inhaler when I awoke from my afternoon nap. I’ve never had allergies this bad.

Dream, cont’d. Anyway, this happened, and I was moved, and I thought, I’m going to write a little lunchbox note letting him know that I noticed. I very rarely have dreams that aren’t stories.

Aw, shucks… my dashing hirsute veteran returned to my dreams last night. I dreamed that I had to get up in the middle of the night for some reason, and when I returned to bed he, still sleeping, put his arms around me… but then he gave me an extra little squeeze, like he was actually awake.

Facebook is not letting me post today. Please, give me a reason to delete you.

The brisket is AMAZING! It’s going to be repurposed into tacos tomorrow. We had it with fingerling potatoes and cucumber salad made with sour cream. a little vinegar, onion and Penzey’s Tsardust Memories seasoning.

Making Coca- Cola brisket today. It’s just brisket, chili sauce, Mexican Coke, and onion soup mix. This is a Miriam Melnick- Ezegui recipe. I’m just serving it with potatoes.

I’ve Been Atoundcthe Workd, Dar Williams.

Watching a sad This Farming Life — one farm lost 100 lambs to cold, wet weather. Sometimes farming just sucks, the farmers look so defeated. Also saw pigs going on the Long Walk after the young farmer decided she vouldn’t afford to breed them. Cheery TV! Meanwhile, ouchy vehicle repair here.

Last night I dreamed about “ chicken Hypatia” and how good it was. I had to look it up this morning. Alas, it is not a real thing. But in my dream it was chicken baked with a few vegetables and white wine.

Feeling kind of wistful don’t recurring dream cast of characters and themes. Yeah, the hirsute Scotsman and my lovely twin partners are delightful. But I also like the secret house hidden inside the other house, the mystery town next door to mine, and my ongoing college career. And E1 as costar.

Never My Love. - Echoes in the Canton cover with Jakob Dylan and Norah Jones.

What’s the average age in Reddit — 13? The conversations are most disappointing

Got my High Church on today via livestream — Smoky Mary’s in NYC.