Dreamed About Farts

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.

Good Sleeping

I went to bed at 10 PM yesterday. I've been taking ibuprofen and melatonin to help me sleep. I take the ibuprofen because I've been having some pain in my left arm that, occasionally, keeps me from sleeping. Also, ibuprofen makes me drowsy. And the melatonin is a natural sleep aid. So the two together ensure that I'll be falling asleep quickly. I'm tired (i.e. sleepy) all the time, but I do occasionally have trouble actually falling asleep. Like so many people, when my head hits the pillow my mind starts to race, thinking about seemingly everything going on or that has gone on in my life!

I slept until noon, and don't recall the two-hour intervals of sleep that usually make up my night. In other words, I slept better than normal.

I can't find my "blue lobster" (which is actually a blue crawfish) in its tank anywhere. It's only a 10-gallon tank, and there's nowhere to hide, so I suspect he managed to climb out. If he did, he then fell somewhere (to the ground?). I have looked around the tank for him but can't find him. I suspect one of the cats found it and he's gone to crawfish heaven. He hid like this once when he was in the 55-gallon tank, but he eventually showed up again. I hope I'm just not seeing him but, like I said, it's a small tank. Crawfish are known for climbing out of their tank if it's possible. I thought it wasn't. Maybe it was.

There's a big storm just starting. I appreciate it because it give me a reason not to have to do any outside work!

The storm is here now. LOTS of rain. And wind. Satellite TV signal is gone. Can't get any webpages to load, so I guess the storm is affecting the internet connection, somehow. I already had this page up when the Internet went down, so I can keep typing. I just can't publish until the Internet comes back. Can't upload the pix of my crayfish until then, either.

Ah, the Internet is back.

I've lost my train of thought, so I'm going to publish and go.

Monday, Monday

I'm going to try something new. I'm going to try to remember to post every day, even if all I have to write about is getting out of bed. I've been wanting to keep a record of that, anyway, because of my self-diagnosed chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS). Today I awoke to the strong smell of poop. I figured maybe one of the cats had used the litter box and the smell had just made its way to my bedroom. (It happens.) But then it seemed too strong for that, and lasted too long. My next thought was that one of the kittens had pooped in the bedroom. So I turned on the light and got up to look. To my surprise, there was DOG poop on the dog bed and on the floor next to the dog bed. Celie, my 13-1/2 year old dog, had pooped there for some reason. Celie is housebroken. She has been ever since she was a young pup. And she has 24-hour access to a doggy door, which she regularly uses to go outside and relieve herself. But not this morning. Now I'm worried. Why is my girl suddenly pooping in the house? Is she losing control of her bowels? God, I hope not. At her age that's got to be a very bad sign. I guess it's time for a visit to the vet.

 I'd taken something to help me sleep at about midnight, so waking up to the poop smell at 7:00 AM was way too early. I'd thought about going back to bed after I cleaned up the mess, but stayed up, instead. I've been extremely tired all day -- more so than usual. I'm about to lie down now and see if I can have a nap. 

I've seen a new feral cat and one kitten playing in front of the empty house across the street. I'm going to see if I can gain their trust, catch them, and have the mama cat spayed, and both of them vaccinated. I put out some food, but have only seen mama cat eating it, and only one time. When I checked the next day, all the food was gone, of course. I put some more out yesterday.

I also have a feral at my house that I need to catch and neuter. He won't let me near him. When I did manage to get close enough to touch him, he scratched me. It will be hard to catch him. If I put out a trap with food, one of my cats will, no doubt, spring the trap before the feral (I call him "Squint" because he has eye issues) has the chance.

 It appears that Peanut's milk has finally dried up. Just in time for her spay appointment on Thursday. Yay! She's the only one of the original feral litter of four that hasn't been "fixed." She got pregnant (my bad) before I could get her spayed. I think she's pregnant again, but she'll have a kitty abortion on Thursday, if she is.

 I'll try to remember to give some background about all this in my next post. I'm too sleepy now.

I went to Bush's Chicken to pick up lunch today. I didn't have anything in the house that I wanted to eat. I really need to go buy some groceries. I planned to on Friday, but my car had other plans. It quit working before I got to the grocery store. No big problem, but I spent an hour at the Chevy service department to find that out. Why didn't I do grocery shopping that day? I don't know. I must have had a reason. Maybe I just didn't feel like going out again. If I haven't gone by Thursday, I'll go then, in conjunction with my trip to the vet to get Peanut spayed and vaccinated.

 My driver's license expires on Sunday. I've procrastinated a long time and should have had it renewed by now. That's on the list of things to do by Thursday, too.

 Going to go nap now.

Why Not?

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