What a perfect little squee!
Good morning.
It’s 70% in here, right now, and and 78° and by some, I guess that’s “comfortable.” But I also guess I need to get used to the humidity.
I had some strange dreams, but I’ll probably have to go online for the meanings.
Right now, though, I need to go sort pills.
Sally texted saying she dreamed Patrick was “identifying” as a diesel truck. In her dream, I was opposed to this, but in real life, I’ve given up and totally embraced entropy. Go out and play in traffic, kid.