I had a dream last night that I was in a basement and looking across the dimness at several gigantic, kitten-sized spiders sitting in their webs. I am not as scared of spiders as I used to be, but in my dreams they always tend to be monstrous. These ones were yellow, and fast. Of course one of them came running toward me.

I decided we had to move, so I found a seventh-floor apartment in Olympia that rented for $1100. I took a tour of the place, it was very large inside and spider-less, but awkwardly laid-out, and dark. I dunno. It’s hard to remember now.

I woke up and had strange abdominal cramps. I had to pee a lot. There’s something going on in there alright. A special construction project. I feel like my tummy is unsettled, but not yet to the point of nausea. Soon it will be bathed in hormones. I sipped a little coffee this morning and it tasted gross. Maybe it was just a bad pot.

On my way off the ferry today I was walking behind this large, masculine woman who was holding an unlit cigarette in her right hand. She swung it back and forth as she walked, in huge exaggerated motions, like a member of the Red Army. It was pretty annoying.

I have tomorrow off, hooray. I am going to attempt to sleep in. We’ll see how that goes; Kona loves to lick my hand when I am in bed and she is awake. Then she whines and wags her butt. This morning she carried her cry-bone all over the house for a while.

Kona’s cry-bone is her rawhide chew. She loves that thing. But for some reason when it’s between her jaws and she is carrying it around with her, she whines tragically. Thus its name. It’s hilarious but inscrutable. She doesn’t do this with any of her other toys. Funny dog.