Now, my dreams are different and exciting, even scary sometimes.  Before my stroke, I was generally bored with my dreams, which were monotonously dull and regular.  But nowadays, I wake up, not when I just do, but when the dream is finished!  This morning, the dream girl told me to sleep on for awhile, so she could finish the plot of the dream!  So I did!  Can't now remember a thing about the dream, though.  Dream Girl, you are kind of silly.

My chicken is old, and lately, I've been wondering if chickens age like dogs and cats.  There is no difference in her appearance at all, no gray hairs, I mean feathers, no limp or gimpiness, she sings to me in her same voice.  The only thing worrying me now is that I have raised her water jug up higher on the fence by several inches; not only is the water kept clean, but I haven't seen her drinking from the jug, either.  I hope such a small move is not beyond her abilities to recognize it.  So yesterday, I lowered the jug a bit to where it is only a couple of inches off the ground.  She didn't seem to notice or care.....

We are burning all the old, rotten firewood now, before the really cold weather is here.  It doesn't burn hot, like dry hardwood, but it doesn warm the house to about 70 degrees or less, and that's fine for this time of year.  Gets rid of the old wood that is just in the way.  

I made bread the other day, and didn't wear my glasses; so of course, I mis-read the directions and put in way too much liquid.  The resultant mess has been sliced up, and can be fed to Susie Q.  Today, I will bake real bread.  Wearing my glasses.