We were picking flowers in Freedom Park yesterday, and there was a tree with twelve crows. Not the same tree that I'd dreamt of as being filled with crows. Another tree, farther west, at the top of the hill where the homeless people camp at night. The sound of an oak tree with a dozen crows in its branches is at once rude and wonderful.
A very strange dream this morning, and I'm afraid most of me's still there, in that dreamspace, in the emptiness left by it absence, which means I'm not much use here and now. I won't write the dream down now. Maybe tomorrow, unless it fades away and there's nothing to remember, nothing to write out, and right now that would be okay with me.
There are a couple of things I should note this morning. For one, my websites, both caitlinrkiernan.com and caitlin-r-kiernan.com, will be offline for a few days, beginning sometime today. I'm tired of looking at the mess they've become, and I hope that taking them down will motivate me to clean things up. For another, the Alabaster ARC auction ends today, in only 8 hours and 48 minutes, and yes, this really is the only one of these that I'll be putting on eBay. The "choose your own letter" Frog Toes and Tentacles auction continues apace.