I fell asleep like I was smacked in the head by a bag of sand...

...Apparently Mr. Sandman had something to say about the amount of sleep I've been getting. I slept really hard, with lots of weird dreams. My last dream was something about being on the bus, having to explain to an ex boyfriend's girlfriend that I didn't want to buy a bunch of knick-knacks from her. I was trying to give back some kind of wooden kittycat tchotchkes when I woke up.

...so anyway, it's nice to wake up and be in my beauteous Maushaus, free from unwanted cat sculptures. *shudder*

It's my first spring on the Island. This weekend I went for a twilight walk with friends over to Boom Island and goofed off by the river and played on the swingsets. Sweet bliss. My city looks so amazing with the foreground of trees and water, reflecting all the lights. Even though we had to rescue Ben the neighbor from the puddles under the tire swing he was trapped on, it was a wonderful time. (Actually *that* was a good time too; our clumsy attempts ended up with Ben landing in the puddle and shrieking, "MEH!" very very loudly. I laughed until I cried.)

So there you are...