Backstory on the Newton de-skulling the skellie in a cemetary pic... this morning I was awakened by a gentle bippity-bip of a Newtie paw...somehow that got integrated into my dream of walking through a graveyard. In my half-awake stupor, I envisioned him hopping, predator-bunny like, from tombstone to tombstone, smacking the long-bleached bones into tall piles of shiny white that fall with the sound of wind chimes (or maybe gamelan and xylophone tones). It occurs to me that the skeletons should've been buried in the ground or at least had some tatters of clothing on, but that simply wasn't the case... most of them were sitting crosslegged, or even standing on top of the different plots, leaning on the headstones.

After talking with my brother last night, I've got Bali and its music on the brain, which might be where the gamelan sounds came from... but the boneyard was very western, "almost a boot hill" style. The bippity-bip completely overwrote the rest of my previous dream memory.

Is chocolate-bubble gum a good milkshake flavor? I rather lean to mint-chocolate chip or pineapple/blueberry.

Fresh and clean from the shower, house smells like champa, and I have a slight patchouli aroma. Now, I crave the first meal of the day. Nibbling on Newt-ears doesn't cound as part of this complete breakfast.

I think a walk to the grove and bakery is in order. A loaf of french bread, a gallon of orange juice, and tasty orange blossom honey.... I have some raspberry tea and cereal here to polish it off.... and it's a beautiful day for a meandering trundle out in the sun. I'll return home after, set up a little picnic, and relax here the rest of the day. Sounds like a plan to me.

I look forward to seeing my beloved tonight, hanging out and relaxing... recounting our Saturdays to each other, and just enjoying each other's company. Hopefully, she got to blow off some work-steam out last night... she's been working very hard these last few weeks.

Dirty dozen on the TV... man, Charles Bronson was always a dog-face, wasn't he? He looks like he's part monkey, part Robert Blake.

Ok, enough lounging... time to get up and feed my belly and wanderlust.