I am tired. And I want my weekend to go on.

All I can think about it sleeping. Sleeeeeping. Last night I took the covers off of my blanket for the first time this year. To sleep just with the covers. Because it's getting too warm to sleep with the blanket. It's sad. I love my blanket. I love burying myself in it. Snuggling up, hiding my head. It's like being back in the womb. Or a bear hibernating in his furry fur. I love my blanket. I wish I could sleep with it all year round.

Oh yes I remembered that dream I wanted to tell about. I was wrong though, it wasn't funny. It was just me talking to Michael Stipe. And then halfway through the conversation his hair grew and then he was Mike Mills. Strange. It would be more interesting if I could remember what we talked about though. Oh well.

My mother mowed the lawn today. Before she did I went out and sat in the sun. Enjoyed the long grass. Took a few pictures 2. Not very interesting, but very green. My favourite colour, thanks to Skye.

If you missed yesterday's entry you really should go back and check it out. Some lovely pictures of Skye's doggie. Well worth it.

Now I will be going. Tomorrow's another week. Back to work. Sigh. And Tuesday I will probably call the doctor to hear about my results.

Hibernation, that's the goal.

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