I usually remember most of what I dream. Sometimes I don't remember the whole dream, but I do remember certain things - things that stand out. Last night I dreamed about farts. I was standing with two other people - one man and one woman - and we were discussing farting. I said I never farted in public (which is true). I don't recall what the man said, but he said something about farting in public, and I don't think the woman said anything at all. Isn't it odd how the mind works. Isn't it odd how my mind works!
Still no crawfish. Or is it crayfish? They both mean the same thing. The important thing is that he's gone, obviously dragged off somewhere and possibly eaten by one of the cats or dogs. I'm not broken hearted, but I am sad.
Peanut gets spayed tomorrow. Yay! I think she's pregnant, but not too pregnant for an abortion. I don't like the idea of aborting any kittens she's carrying, but she needs to be spayed, and I'm not disciplined enough to keep her locked up so that she doesn't get pregnant in the first place. My failing.
I got up today at noon. Didn't want to, but forced myself. Now I'm very tired. I didn't nap the other day like I'd planned. I probably will today. I'll lie down for awhile and see what happens.
I have some nematodes that I really need to "release." They've been in the refrigerator about as long as they can be without dying. I'm going to spray them onto the lawns and hope they start killing fleas and flea larvae. Nematodes are microscopic worms that are used to, in my case, kill garden pests. The ground is finally wet enough for them, but I have to wait until it's cooler outside. I'll wait until sundown.
I think I'll get a betta for the tank I was using for the crawfish.