binary day (reprise)
Spot has been eating kibble of her own free will. My wife discovered that Spot would happily munch on little crunchy tuna treats though she turns up her nose at wet food which is in great demand by Lilah and Kira. Queen Merry is an unknown quantity when it comes to wet food and assuredly Lee will inform me of this great cat's tastes.

Lee urged me to buy tuna-flavored crunchy cat food, we put it in her bowl and happily tucked into her bowl. Now I am concerned because I don't want her to get too much fish oil in her diet. Cats are obligate carnivores and really don't need the grainy goodness of kibble to thrive in life. Cats are desert animals who never ate fish before felines and mankind came to a living arrangement. Beef, chicken and other land meats are best for these beasts. Plus fish oil fats accumulate in lungs among other areas of a cat's body which can harm a cat who is already feeling ill.

We're just going to see how Spot does over the next couple of days. Deep down I think we should be giving her wet food, even if it's force fed, but I'm just overjoyed that Spot is actually eating something rather than contemplating her bowl before curling up in her bed.

brick reds
Sunday night Lee took me to one of her favorite restaurants for dinner, Adobe Blues. I was there a month ago and told her that I'd be okay going there once every season but not on a regular basis. Not so much their food but I've discovered I'm not very fond of tex-mex fare. Still it was our company and conversation.
Lee asked me about NetHack, I told her it's like a more involved version of Gauntlet. We talked about the things we want for our house and how our lives are going to be so good. I kept my own anxieties and misgivings to myself and tried to allow myself to be carried along Lee's positive current.
Dinner was alright, just wish it was a bit more filling and not as sweet. Right now I'm not one to complain.

For once.

oneiromancy
Somewhere along the shore which seemed familiar from prior dreams. Sometime at night. My companion was a Latina or a very dark guidette. While strolling north on the boardwalk to take a look at my new home we discovered the bay had begun flooding the surrounding areas. A constant tide only a foot or so deep crashed against trees and homes. What I recall most strongly is the moonlight on the water and how the foam didn't catch any of the eerie blue-green light.

A second part of my dream had me travelling to Idaho. One reason or another I presumed Idaho was an über-Colorado which relished living in its neighbor's shadow letting it avoid progress and immigrants altogether. Since I knew Colorado there was a tacit understanding that I was welcome within Idaho's borders. I found myself considerably stronger with a ragged and feral beard which would be the envy of any French-Canadian lumberjack. For some reason I had been tasked with a mission to track down a murderer among the snowy, country roads that passed through the mountain villages. If memory serves I was the quarry from living two lives like in A Scanner Darkly.

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