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-Uncle Tom's Cabin quote: "Now is all the time I have anything to do with.", Miss Ophelia-

I had a dream last night in which I somehow managed to inflate vacuum cleaner bags (which were somehow much larger than the average vacuum), fall onto them, and fly through the air into a wall. This, in case you were wondering, was marvelously fun. In fact, now I'm a little disappointed I can't do this in the real world -- though this experience was, I think, an extension of my brain from the (perfectly doable) practice of trying to sit down on a partially deflated air mattress, then noticing that it is impossible to do so without the mattress bulging as a result, and flinging your legs into the air. Which is jolly good fun in its own right.

Other odd enjoyments I partook of today:

Procuring an enormous package of toilet paper rolls, and proceeding to rip open all the plastic and dump everything on the carpet. Delightful muted poufy sounds abounded, as well as modest little bounces, as the rolls... eh.... rolled and settled into the ever increasing pile. Also, as the pile got taller, the new additions tended to cascade faster and faster down the sides, and then had to be corralled back in from parts unknown. The fact that all this resulted in multiple trips to get the disparate soft objects into their respective bathrooms was well worth it.

And another little blessing I was surprised by, since I'm not a huge fan of cars. For the first time today, I travelled a bypass freeway that has only now been opened. The road was silky smooth with black-asphalt newness, there were barely any cars, and the ones that were there were clearly enjoying themselves, sneaking speed here and there, feeling out this glorious stretch of untrammeled road. I think the weather helped too. After some deceptive toeing into summer, we've gone back to a bit of a cold, rainy snap, and this meant that there was just that hint of fog over the family orchards in my area... the colors!

Reality check now!