a) yesterday the rabbit pissed on everything in the house and so has been corralled into the hallway closet in a sort of you-pissed-on-everything! prison. I suspect the rabbit has begun rites summoning her eponymous goddess and will rise from the walls of the prison in a flaming bunny sphere, shooting beams of, perhaps, both flames and piss.

b) a fight broke out at hayden's pee-wee football meeting last night. one coach, a younger man, was talking to the amassed folks, when another coach, an older man, said,

"I believe that's my job, son."

and the other coach ignored him, continued speaking. what happened after that, I don't know, but soon parents were cradling their children, running to their cars. it was dramatic. this morning the coach called mom to Explain Himself. I assume he's calling all the football parents. what an embarassing way for a twilight good ole boy to spend a Sunday afternoon.

c) the mucous is better. thank you Fly, Devon, White, Liz, and zinc lozenges.

d) I had a dream last night that a man was walking near a river, or a creek, and one of the trees said, "listen, I need you to find out where all this water goes." and the man looked down the creek where it rounded a bend and said, "Sure. I'll be right back."

--a.