March 08, 2019
February 03, 2019
Dreaming about the cat next door perhaps.
At least he can get back to sleep….
Has Woodstock been pecking at (his?) food again? You got to be careful about what bird-feeder you eat at in California. You never know what might be in there.
Must have been a really bad one to fly up like that!
It would be nice, not to have anxieties.
Don’t we all.
My anxieties have anxieties.
Do Woodstocks dream of electric worms?
There’s a warning out there about the purple pills… or something like that….
I envy that bird, too.
Might have been a flair up of apnea.
we all have anxietys
It’s the chestnut stuffing dream again.
Our dog used to get bad dreams every now and then – I would put my hand on her head and gently scratch between her ears and it seemed to settle her down.
The only time I fly up off the bed like that, is when a huge clap of thunder wakes me up at night!
He thought he taw a putty tat.
PTSD. From the ‘Nam.
I thought you always envied Woodstock, Snoopy. Snoopy replies: “The Festival or the bird?”. XD