freyakitten

Last night I dreamed several dreams, all of which seemed to involve Redhead Kitten being pregnant. Sometimes this was incidental to the action, but I spent an inordinate amount of time picking out baby clothes from my mother's stash. She doesn't have a stash of baby clothes, by the way, except for the ones which she knits and are going to various charities, and certainly not in green and brown (strangely no purple ones were chosen) - I have this thing against dressing babies in sex-co-ordinated pale blue or pink but the rest of the world doesn't seem to share this prejudice. It's a boy, btw, although in the dream she didn't know that yet. And AFAIK she has not renounced her vow of childlessness.

Then we have this morning. I wake up stuffy and sneezing, get ready, get out the door, don't miss the bus, even though I was five minutes late, get off the bus and get five metres before it starts pouring with rain. Pouring in that "I can't quite be bothered turning into hail, but here's my impression of what hail is like" way. I'm still damp, and the sun is out.

I also has a new pen jar. It has pretty functions, like an alarm, and a birthday reminder thingy.