shasta daisies, soil, and rosin

[devotio]

I dreamt I was in Utah and of furbies that look like barn owls. Too bad those weren't the furbies to begin with. And too bad we're not allowed real barn owls. That's one creature I wouldn't feel guilty about feeding rodents to.

I also wonder what it's like for my gerbils to live on top of my bureau. Their consolation being, "Oh, that shaking, sister? Worry not, it's just god getting his socks out of the top drawer."

(sister, sleep)