And your postman comes and takes me down the street to your house
I dreamed our bathroom was infested with tiny green and red-and-white crabs, scuttling behind the wastebasket and climbing the walls of the shower. I took pictures, because I knew no one would believe me without visual evidence and I was confused myself. This may be the least obvious dream I have had in some time. There are a lot of things wrong with our apartment, but a sudden access of small crustaceans I really don't worry about.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of enough stamina to take a walk with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
choco_frosh around the high school and down to Union Square and home by way of the Somerville Community Growing Center, which had people gardening in it while we sat and talked and Schreiber' ate a slightly mysterious selection of empanadas. Today, of course, I am mostly flat and achy and hoping the overcast rains itself off or otherwise clears in time for the total lunar eclipse tomorrow night.
In the meantime, it is Porchfest in Somerville. Mostly this has produced competing racket, but I went out on the back deck to listen to a band two or three yards down covering Billy Joel's "You May Be Right," to which I have college-era emotional attachment. They had added a horn section. Now I think the original should have had a horn section. It layered well into the chorus.
I am re-reading Phyllis Ann Karr's The Idylls of the Queen (1982) becausespatch and I managed to get about fifteen minutes into Knights of the Round Table (1953) before screaming and noping out. I really resent that around this time last year I was planning to travel and this year it's just so much less safe and somehow it's my fault. Everything seems to have gone very libertarian and not enough people are being eaten by bears.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of enough stamina to take a walk with
choco_frosh around the high school and down to Union Square and home by way of the Somerville Community Growing Center, which had people gardening in it while we sat and talked and Schreiber' ate a slightly mysterious selection of empanadas. Today, of course, I am mostly flat and achy and hoping the overcast rains itself off or otherwise clears in time for the total lunar eclipse tomorrow night.In the meantime, it is Porchfest in Somerville. Mostly this has produced competing racket, but I went out on the back deck to listen to a band two or three yards down covering Billy Joel's "You May Be Right," to which I have college-era emotional attachment. They had added a horn section. Now I think the original should have had a horn section. It layered well into the chorus.
I am re-reading Phyllis Ann Karr's The Idylls of the Queen (1982) because
spatch and I managed to get about fifteen minutes into Knights of the Round Table (1953) before screaming and noping out. I really resent that around this time last year I was planning to travel and this year it's just so much less safe and somehow it's my fault. Everything seems to have gone very libertarian and not enough people are being eaten by bears.
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Understood. Monterey Bay is fairly chilly (I've been in it--almost requires wetsuit), but the latitudes alone, gosh.
Oh--then I was curious again, and I learned something again! heh. Pacific gradient temperature map, and Atlantic--though I think this almost needs a CW for how high the Gulf jetstream's arc goes lately. (I typed "jetscream" the first time, which feels apposite.) [edited] The little bits of green for SF Bay and Monterey Bay parallel the NE.
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(Seriously.)
Thanks for the data!