Quail Eggs and Sheep

Maybe it’s the heat, but I’ve been having some vividly bizarre dreams, recently. Nothing vulgar, just very, very strange. But it means that I’m not sleeping very deeply, much of the time–my sleep cycles are very shallow and I’m tired.

Another scorching day. All the fans are going, the blinds are closed, and the house feels like a tomb. I’m the only one awake. The cats appear dead, dropped randomly on the floor, like throw rugs.

Happy Pride!


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