— 27 Nov 2023 —

2023 Ain't happened to us yet …

— 27 Nov 2022 —

2022 Ain't happened to us yet …

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— 27 Nov 2021 —

Another dream of S.Q.P. moving out … Me writing a dialogue on the kitchen cabinet with scotch tape for each element of the exchange. Written with either sharpie or these BiC felt tip pens with the wonderful positive feel caps that were not-quite square like my blue soup bowl in the photo for T8R SOOP … SAMMY was there and was being a pesterbot and so had been shut of of S.Q.P.'s room. This was the middle of the night in the dream. But next morning S.Q.P. was after me to get the record player and boxes of albums packed up — even though there were stacks of the new S.O.'s stuff (in the dream the name was Julien?) right beside that were very much not ready … and some kind of huge space-age stereo and streaming receiver already in the house. "Now what exactly would it do to your life if the recrod player isn't packed up this afternoon?" S.Q.P. laughed and conceded, "Nothing." I woke up horribly congested and a little sad. Fed The Kitten a small snack of her Tempations. TmNw: 01:57
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Lazy day. Coldish (50°s) and rainy and gray, Gray, GRAY. The weather has The Kitten in Ultimate Snuggle Mode. Lunch: Last Rolldog (out of rolls). Major Spirits $: 1.75 V, 1.75 W(honeyed) [nightcaps], Sour Watermelon for to experiment. A nice thing about the rain — the lovely Crown Vic got a nice bath as I wiped it down thoroughly when I got home and had parked it in the garage. Mr. Remmy confiscated the garage but I lured him out with Meow Mix. Supper: that Adult Bienie Wienie and a green salad.

[vol: Throw Away 1]

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