These days, it's rare for me to have the sort of nightmare that I wake gasping from. But there was one this morning, I woke about seven ayem, and I lay staring at the ceiling, half glad I was awake, half certain that it hadn't been a dream at all.
If I were braver, I'd shave the sides of my head this afternoon.
We had building inspectors in yesterday, which sort of wrecked the afternoon. But I learned that the house was built in 1876; I'd thought it was constructed in 1875. So, how many people have lived and died within the walls over the last 140 years?
The clouds have hidden the sun now. Buckle down.