Early morning dream of having my 'house' renovated and insisting to the guy installing my stove that I absolutely had to have a broiler for my grilled cheese sandwiches and also why were there locks on tne oven- four of them, requiring keys I believe- and why was the toilet in the living room, could something be done about that? And then I acquired another! house, possibly in a lottery, a bijou residence once owned by yuppies whose very yuppie messages to each other were still in place on the kitchen blackboard. And it had a composting toilet, once again in the living room, but fortunately there was another tiny bathroom upstairs even though it was only a few feet wide, rathr like the house itself. Was considering renting the place out and consulting my securities advisor when I woke up.
Rest of the day was a continuation of thei grey weather in my dream, but I finally went and sat on the porch in the not-cold that smelled of woodsmoke somehow, and observed birds hopping in and out of the linden. Linden was pruned a mere two years ago but has now spread to cover half of next door's yard. Could lop a lot of it off if I had an extendicutter which I no longer do, and hiring a company to do it involves a lot of red tape because front yard trees are city trees, as I well recall.