This morning, deliciously drugged from a deep dream filled sleep, I remained lying on the bed in the near narcoleptic state that is the magical moment that I am so loathe to let go before consciousness reintroduces me to today’s world. Minute, but mad, details of dreams were still clear, and seemingly sensible in my cocoon of semi consciousness, but then I was awake and the fragments of dreams performed their butterfly trick of floating away to specks in the distance and then to nothing. Coffee kicks in and reality makes itself known. There’s a hiatus when I think that I might have gone back to sleep as it appears that there’s soft, diffused sunlight streaming through the windows. Could this mean that everlasting winter has come to an end? No time for wild speculation so the first job is to cut more wood for the fire. Just because it’s nearly the first day of “flaming June” there’s no reason to believe that it won’t be bloody freezing tonight. Stone houses need the heat of the sun, continual sun, to separate them from a cave dwelling. The weather man at Google has drawn pictures of the sun for the next few days which may only mean that the Google artist of the day is hopeless at drawing clouds and rain but I’m keeping the faith. I cooked a lemon tart to confirm the Google artist’s forecast of fine weather
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