Lots of awful in the news, our President is still a fucking loser asshole sociopath, so I am not going to talk about any of it. I will talk about the very vivid dream I had last night.
I dreamt that I had a 90 year old tortoise who had been passed down through generations, and I was very attached to him. His name was Gary. At any rate, Gary developed some rare disease and his shell started to deteriorate into gel, and I had to have his upper shell removed to save his life. I then fashioned a temporary shell out of a very large copper mixing bowl that I found at the consignment store, and then had a friend fashion an elaborate permanent replacement shell with a 3d printer.
In other news, the wildflowers I planted in the front yard walkway bed three years ago are back with a vengeance:
If I lived in the country I would just plant fields of wildflowers.
*** Update ***
No sooner did I hit publish on this post when I turned around and found this majestic motherfucker:
I love him so much.