Sometime around 3 am, one dog led what seemed a thousand others into a frenetic symphony of howling.
I was able to submerge again into sleep to awaking myself at 5:30 with a reprimand for a character in my dream. "You ungrateful little doink" was, I believe, the text. I had been rescuing each of a group of rock climbers and, upon safety, this one guy was already irked by the day's chores before him.
This morning: perfect weather and prepared for first day of teacher training. Not without its frustrations, however... for example, the sudden inability to import photos. There are good ones waiting.
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