{{Burrell}}

Holy cow a snowstorm blew through here in about 20 minutes, blizzarded, and blew away. Now it's warm enough that steam is rising from all surfaces. Craziness. Beautiful, though.

There was a woeful lack of coffee in the house this morning.

I am so sorry, Burrell. I hope the next few days are as peaceful and filled with kitty love as possible.

All my sympathies, Burrell. I'm glad you had such a long, loving time with her.

She lived long as was well loved, Burrell. I'm sad that you have to say goodbye to her.

Didn't the maker of that actually send one to Vicki Vantoch?

No, that never happened.

Whoa, I just realised I had extensive dreams about hanging out with Britney Spears, except she was, well, not much like the current public persona of Britney. She was geeky and witty and a different kind of beautiful, and just amazing to hang out with, and we kept going "Can you imagine this was the same barefoot at the gas station woman?"

Uh, no, because you completely reinvented her.

Huh. I had an extensive dream about sampling cookies test baked for a new bakery. It is extrapolated from the coffeeshop opening, but it was awfully fun to eat all those cookies last night and not have calories to show for it this morning.

Dream eating is great, because you don't get the uncomfortable full feeling, like you say--no consideration of calories, and really, the enjoyment of flavour is transient anyway, so who cares if you were awake or not when it happened? It's just a memory.

It's not heart-crushing like waking up from a dream where you were loved and then you're not anymore, not like that. Or having a persistent negative effect where you dream you were betrayed by someone who's never done you wrong in waking life.

Yes, I vote for tasty tasting dreams for all.

Right? And because in the dream I was supposed to be critiquing, I really paid attention to the taste. Just exactly how it crumbled in my mouth, whether the sweet was too overwhelming, what the differences were. I can't really explain the pizza cookie at the end of the dream, but I'm okay with the rest of it. And they were really good!

This photo is cracking me up. [link]

I'm so sorry, Burrell. May Burrell-kitty's last days be sweet and peaceful.

Strong winds last night. Where my house is located, there's nothing to break the wind (ha) coming over the mountains before it slams into my house. So far, no loss of roof, so that's good. It does prevent me from having a patio umbrella, though.

I found a cast-iron doorstop in the shape of an inquisitive kitty in the discount store this morning for only $15. Of course I bought it.