I dreamed about:

1. An ex-wife
2. Breaking the cover on my cell phone
3. Not being able to find my Mom's phone number
4. Creditors calling me and threatening to come kill me

I believe in auguries. Some of you who have been my blog buddies for the past 4 years already know that.

Auguries go like this:

If you see a hawk chasing a little rabbit and the hawk gets hit by a crow, it is a "sign" that your butt will be saved at the last moment by a dark stranger.

Then, if you believe in auguries, you go feed some potato chips to the crows.

Roughly, that's how it goes.

So, as dreams are part and parcel to auguries, I must work through these dreadful nightmares.

As days go, this is not a good one. The horoscope says that I will be inspired by someone who is very creative. Nittineedles, are you there!!!

I am hiding today, because the sum of all the auguries, dreams and the way I feel physically tells me not to venture far from safety. Safety is home, where I can hid behind a locked door with the lights out.

I must be very careful today. One horoscope says I must not make left turns. Another says that my shadow is in danger. (What the Hell?)

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I observe people and note their habits.

Across the street a group of 18 to 20 year old boys rented the upper floor of an apartment house. I go out on my front porch to have breaks, coffee and smoke my pipe. About every evening at seven pm, a little car pulls up there and out jumps a pizza delivery kid, carrying a bag that looks like it contains two pizza boxes.

EVERY (YES, EVERY) night he takes the bag up the front stairs to the boys.

Those boys (I know they are under 21 because I have never seen them carry beer packs into the stairway) are probably in their first experience living away from Mom's kitchen and dining table.

They exist on pizza!

I'll bet they get bad zits!

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I can't wait to see tomorrow's horoscope. I wonder if I eat something lame tonight... maybe my dreams will be better.

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I am sorry that more bloggers did not show up for the grand re-opening of Bob's Diner. It was disappointing, and Bob is shutting the doors again.

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Don't forget Sunday night! Hobbie is throwing a big MyBloggerstown 'burfday partay' for my other three cats. Pets, humans, bunnies and crows are invited, no matter what time zone or which side of the planet you hail from. It is much more fun than feeding cows and sheep or watering crops over on Facebook and their stupid little solitaire games that only appeal to bloggers with absolutely no social lives...

Look for Hobbie's blog post that will start it all and join us!

Now I have to go lock the doors and turn off the lights.

Later......