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I was playing with Sirius this morning when I realized both of his favorite toys are feathered serpents (like http://www.petsmart.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2753890&lmdn=Cat&f=PAD%2FpsNotAvailInUS%2FNo ). So now I know the Aztecs worshiped cat toys!
I had one of those vague anxiety dreams this morning. I was a younger adult living in my old house. I woke up within the dream realizing I'd gotten up very late to get to work. So I rushed around and got dressed, but I couldn't find my work shoes (heavy things for working in factories), actually my current shoes that look like they could be work shoes. I looked all over the house and found other shoes of mine, but not my work shoes. I went outside to look and found lots of shoes, but it was because of an extraordinary number of people who were camping in my old yard because of the holiday get together over the weekend. It appears we all took off our shoes sometime during the weekend and left them wherever, but somehow I was the only one who needed to go to work this morning. There were all sorts of styles of shoes (a big clue the shoes weren't mine) and none of them fit me.
At the grocery store (and awake) there was the traditional fellow with the red kettle out front, this morning. I don't usually think talking about giving to charity is the right thing to do. But the Salvation Army was a charity my mother always gave to. So I put a little in the kettle in her honor.
I had one of those vague anxiety dreams this morning. I was a younger adult living in my old house. I woke up within the dream realizing I'd gotten up very late to get to work. So I rushed around and got dressed, but I couldn't find my work shoes (heavy things for working in factories), actually my current shoes that look like they could be work shoes. I looked all over the house and found other shoes of mine, but not my work shoes. I went outside to look and found lots of shoes, but it was because of an extraordinary number of people who were camping in my old yard because of the holiday get together over the weekend. It appears we all took off our shoes sometime during the weekend and left them wherever, but somehow I was the only one who needed to go to work this morning. There were all sorts of styles of shoes (a big clue the shoes weren't mine) and none of them fit me.
At the grocery store (and awake) there was the traditional fellow with the red kettle out front, this morning. I don't usually think talking about giving to charity is the right thing to do. But the Salvation Army was a charity my mother always gave to. So I put a little in the kettle in her honor.
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