Armadillo of Zenith

I actually got some sleep last night. I woke up pretty early, but went back to bed because I wanted to make sure the Sparrowhawk didn't get up. Then I apparently fell asleep myself, so in the end we both got 8 hours. In the only dream I remember, I had been defending the local homeless population from supernatural nocturnal predators, to which they were more vulnerable because of having to sleep outside. I was given a small, modest medal in recognition of my efforts, but mainly I was annoyed because a hole had been torn in my shirt during the confrontation. I woke up thinking, "Screw the medal--I just want to get my shirt mended."

As usual, I thought of more things to do than I had time to accomplish. I made some lists, changed the tablecloth, put away some woolens to protect them from moths, ordered some summer shirts that were ridiculously on sale, had a nice Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch, and arranged to have lunch with the Poet next week. The Sparrowhawk made one of his delicious stir fries for dinner, and then we watched Olympic track and field and gymnastics. The track events had to be postponed because the temperature went up to 110 degrees, and it was too dangerous for the athletes. At least the gymnasts were indoors!