…we got up at five. byron made me a fire. it’s cold for florida…in the 40’s.

i dreamed i was trying to save a one-winged cardinal from my cat - when i finally caught it (it was inside!), i went to put it outside, and i couldn’t open the door because of the blizzard (…we have blizzards in florida so often!) - five foot snowdrifts blocked the way. it’s probably a metaphor for something…

…so, i figured i might as well just get up and put on another load of laundry.

the fire is beautiful, though.

i hope the real songbirds are okay…and my roses.

good morning.

peace.