Tuesday, August 18th, 2015 -( 25\u02daC \/ 77\u02daF — Dark & still too hot @ 9:22 pm in Atlantic Canada )-<\/p>\n
— Yeah, the only thing I can remember right now is that I was sitting at a table, talking to my sister, Diane, [ she died in March of 2007 ] – We were having a rather normal conversation. And then I remembered that she’d died.<\/p>\n
— I woke up with a hundred and twenty five pound dog prodding me, trying to tell me that if I didn’t stop neglecting the dog and feed him more that any human should reasonably feed a dog, bad things might happen to me. I could be squashed, bones could be broken, sharp claws might slash and rip my flesh. He might yelp and hurt my ears-<\/p>\n
— So I got up and fed the dog, and fed the cat, and tried to get back to sleep – And only remembered the dream when ‘effbook’ was hogging memory on my laptop and as I was trying to shut pages down, effbook was trying to convince me to click on profiles of my sister’s daughter’s effbook friends.<\/p>\n
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— I wish I could remember what we were talking about —<\/p>\n
— ehhhh –<\/p>\n
~~~~~ Jim ( I think Jassper has this linking to his effbook page and twitter account – Clever…. )<\/p>\n
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