Dream the impossible dream
Feb. 14th, 2008 08:20 amI let myself sleep in today; the wife has come down with the flu and I'm fighting it off. Apparently the shots this year weren't formulated for the strains hitting the U.S.
The cat woke me from a pleasant dream this morning (he was being his usual nocturnal buttheaded self, which requires getting up and spraying him with vinegar water).
I was playing for the Giants. As a Major League ballplayer. Granted, my subconscious wouldn't let me be a star player - I was a bench utility guy making league minimum and probably in my last year (of only three or so). But still: a professional ballplayer.
Sigh.
What I'm reading: Elizabeth Moon, Victory Conditions
The cat woke me from a pleasant dream this morning (he was being his usual nocturnal buttheaded self, which requires getting up and spraying him with vinegar water).
I was playing for the Giants. As a Major League ballplayer. Granted, my subconscious wouldn't let me be a star player - I was a bench utility guy making league minimum and probably in my last year (of only three or so). But still: a professional ballplayer.
Sigh.
What I'm reading: Elizabeth Moon, Victory Conditions
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Date: 2008-02-14 05:01 pm (UTC)And I thought that it was just a metaphor.
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Date: 2008-02-15 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-15 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-15 04:39 am (UTC)Vinegar water has a slight sting to it. It doesn't discourage him, but it does stop it so he can groom away the smell. If he's sufficiently wet it takes long enough that he forgets what he was doing (but that involves drenching him...)