Dreamed all night the cat was biting me. Woke up and the cat was biting me. The dream also involved parrots and celestial-blue wall-to-wall carpeting and a smiling elderly lady with a tight perm. You'll have to invent the plot yourself as I have no idea what it entailed, other than my peregrinations up and down a country road. I had to carry the cat with me everywhere, and it bit me the whole time.

Now the cat is taking a break, by which I mean not biting me either in real or REM life. Outside rain is clattering from the eaves, and the air smells of thunder. And here comes the lightning and now our Internet connection has evaporated, so who knows when you will receive this missive?