These nightmares of mine should be banned.  They continue all night, getting more disturbed.  This one left me especially traumatized and mentally violated.  Where and why does my mind come up with all this psycho stuff?  There’s a point beyond which dreams no longer bring insight or closure (unless I’m that fucked up), and just abuse you and leave you in shock.  How’s that for a cheery morning wakeup?

In more positive anecdotes, it thundered and rained like an inch and a half overnight, on top of the inch the day before.  Rivers are rising to flood level, another common thing around here.  Avdi’s yard is constantly under water.  But the gardens are raised and just get watered a lot.  And it’s still raining.  Which is good, because I’m almost too exhausted to walk over.

Yesterday, besides the usual gardening, I turned off the heat pads under the remaining seedlings, and spaced them out.  I created a garden area for K, and he and I broadcasted mixed wildflower seeds, which I leaf-mulched.  I also started one for S, who didn’t want to be left out.  Then K and I sat on the patio, where he was reading Pride and Prejudice, and discussed computer electronics.

Later, I was walking home before it rained some more, when suddenly I heard something right behind me.  It was S, who had stalked me all that way without me knowing it.  It was startling.  I’m not sure what he had in mind–go home with me?  He’s a little over-attached at times; it’s worrying.  Avdi had to come pick him up (and drove me home while at it).

For a change of mood, here are the latest irises.