Good morning!

Good morning! I am feeling totally hyper and productive, and I feel the great urge to write! So it's right to the blog for me! I just had hot chocolate, too, so I'm a little sugar-buzzed at the moment. Whoops!

Let me introduce you to Mo. He's a fantastically handsome cat who decided last night that he was cold. So he snuggled up beside me in bed and hogged too much of the blankets. For fear of rolling over on top of him and smooshing him accidentally to kitty bits, I let him be. Plus, I was sleeping fairly soundly, having odd dreams, and solving creative problems subconsciously.

 Here, Mo looks out the window at the leaves that are swirling about on the patio. Or he's spotted a bug. Who knows!

Anyway, I did have odd dreams. The one I remember to be the most odd went like this:

I was back at Yellowstone with M and D, hiking in one of the memorable spots. We spotted 3 dinosaur-like monsters and were awed at how big and scary they were. Suddenly, the 3 giant monsters lifted their arms together, facing one another, let out a roar, then turned to us suddenly. We got the picture: they were going to eat us! So we ran across a wide path and deep into the forest, where they chased us. As we entered the forest, there were ALL KINDS of scary creatures that came out and started fighting with one another. By the time we got into the woods, we were all shrunken to the size of insects, but they were coming after us, still! I don't remember what happened to M and D, but I know that a large-beaked bird wearing a collared shirt and a sweater vest decided he was going to start foraging on plants. He picked me up while stuffing all kinds of other plants into his mouth quickly. I didn't want to get swallowed, so I knocked on the inside of his beak, and he stopped, mid-food-shove, and slowly opened his beak. He very slowly pulled out a stem of burgundy-colored berries and looked down at it, confused, wondering (of course) if IT was the thing that was knocking on his beak, asking him to open up. He looked at the berries suspiciously, decided promptly that they weren't talking to him after all, and he shoved them back in his mouth. I was still in his beak, and he most likely swallowed me. But the dream ended, so who's to be sure?

This is Mo "making biscuits" on the blanket. (That's when he "prepares" anything soft by kneading it with his paws, which is fine as long as it's not ON YOU. When he makes biscuits on a person, it tickles and hurts at the same time. And he doesn't really stop unless you pull him off of you!)

So.

I need to go get to work for now, but if the energy spurt continues, I may be writing more later!!!

Have a lovely, lovely day!