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Jasmine of Flourish
Aug. 13th, 2025 08:28 pmOther than a quick visit to Madame, I have not done one consarned thing today. I blame this on the sleep thing not really working lately. I didn't even get a shower today. I dashed off to the coffee shop to get coffee and treats for Madame, having decided that this wasn't the day for an expedition to a real cafe. When I arrived, she was dozing in her chair, but woke up and was pleased to see me. She still talked about leaving, but was so much less agitated than usual that I seriously suspected them of putting her on tranquilizers! We had a nice chat, but she seemed to get tired sooner than usual, so I left a bit early. This was good, because the Sparrowhawk had a PT appointment in the afternoon and needed the car.
Once home, I made some half-hearted gestures in the direction of packing for the trip, but couldn't seem to get any momentum going. I wrote a note to Madame's caregivers to let them know how things were going, and an irate missive to the new pastor on the subject of still using the music of David Haas when he's a notorious abuser of young women. His music is crap anyway, to my ears, so it's a small loss to behave with some pittance of justice toward survivors. Grr. These feeble squibs were about all I was up for. It's a pathetic day when all you really think about is going back to bed.
I dreamed I was in a forest owned by Elves, called the Leopard Wood. Because, you guessed it, it was full of leopards. I went in there and saw a lot of dead deer scattered on the ground. I thought that seemed natural, because the leopards probably killed them. Then I started seeing the dead leopards. (Spooky music here) . . . I'm afraid I failed the Elves, because I woke up before I found out what was killing the leopards. They sent me in there in the first place because they were not inclined to encounter a thing that could slay leopards like it was nothing. That was supposed to be my job. Darkness broods over the Leopard Wood, and within its shade, a mighty killer lurks . . . .
Once home, I made some half-hearted gestures in the direction of packing for the trip, but couldn't seem to get any momentum going. I wrote a note to Madame's caregivers to let them know how things were going, and an irate missive to the new pastor on the subject of still using the music of David Haas when he's a notorious abuser of young women. His music is crap anyway, to my ears, so it's a small loss to behave with some pittance of justice toward survivors. Grr. These feeble squibs were about all I was up for. It's a pathetic day when all you really think about is going back to bed.
I dreamed I was in a forest owned by Elves, called the Leopard Wood. Because, you guessed it, it was full of leopards. I went in there and saw a lot of dead deer scattered on the ground. I thought that seemed natural, because the leopards probably killed them. Then I started seeing the dead leopards. (Spooky music here) . . . I'm afraid I failed the Elves, because I woke up before I found out what was killing the leopards. They sent me in there in the first place because they were not inclined to encounter a thing that could slay leopards like it was nothing. That was supposed to be my job. Darkness broods over the Leopard Wood, and within its shade, a mighty killer lurks . . . .
