If anybody needs a retro 60s chair redone in a star fabric I know where to get one. Finding out I've stored chairs in the fucking garage for a year and a half only to have them migrate back to the Interfaith is a bit of pisser. Would have let the cat shit all over it if it was going to come down to that. Now the dream starts to make sense. Then to cat clawing at blinds to wake me up.
Dreams are goodly.
It was almost in the litterbox this time. Missed by about a foot and a half. And my eyelids seem to have ballooned. I'm catching up. Tomorrow I'm going to try not to be as big a curmudgeon.