My Little Golden Book of Phobias

I hear that the malaria meds I start taking tonight or tomorrow gives you LUCID DREAMS. Hmmm, well, I'll see what happens. I think I already have those kinds of dreams, where I conduct the dream, know I'm dreaming, can fly in my dreams etc. We'll see.

My daughter called and asked about hurricanes in Haiti. She's a little worried about me. I'm a little worried about me. And all of us. Meanwhile, Brenda's chickens are growing and I took her the remainder of the starts I had from my garden, lettuce, chard, kale. Her chickens are black and my cats go over to her house to stare at them. Soon the chickens will be too big to mess with. In the meantime, Hugo sits and stares at them. He sees drumsticks. The chickens see a tiger.