Dreams and Portents

In 84, Charing Cross Road, Helene Hanff writes:

"Part III begins - and God knows I quote -:

When, as a little boy, William Blake saw the prophet Ezekiel under a tree amid a summer field, he was soundly trounced by his mother.

I'm with his mother. I mean, the back of the Lord God or the face of the Virgin Mary, all right - but why the hell would anybody want to see the prophet Ezekiel?"

I mention this only because, last night, I had a dream which, among other things, featured General George McClellan. (He was upset because he'd tried to buy coffee from a vending machine and gotten a cupful of hot water. He handed it to me and ordered me to "tell them" - "them" apparently being the Math Department secretaries.)

Gracie the Woof and the Blustery Day

I had scheduled a grooming appointment for Gracie this morning. The wind is blowing hard; the temperature is already below freezing, and is expected to drop steadily all day. I briefly considered tucking Gracie into my coat (which I think she would actually have enjoyed), but decided to cancel the appointment instead. I'll probably try to reschedule the appointment for next Wednesday.

Brrrr,