Floofzygy (floofinition) – The nearly perfect align of animals, either by temperament or body positions.

In use: “The bird, cat, and dog were in floofzygy in a long rectangle of sun on the living room floor, a sight which brought a smile to Grace’s lips and peace to her heart.”

The Russian Army Dream

Another night of rambunctious dreams. Ended up filling pages in my composition book. This one keeps me thinking.

I was there to fight a war with the Russians. I was positioned between two Russian forces where I could monitor them. Both Russian units were small, with teenagers as soldiers. They had few weapons. What they had were primitive. I made my initial reports via cellphone. Growing bored, I moved closer to the Russians and spied on them, doing this with ease. Their weapons seemed to be cans, knives, and scissors. None were large. While watching them, I realized that some were hoarding weapons, and then discovered that some were planning to kill some of their fellow soldiers, basically ambushing and assassinating them.

Concerned for them, I called my intel into HQ. They didn’t care. I argued that we need to do something to stop this. They hung up on me. At that point, I edged closer to the Russians and caught the attention of a few. I tried communicating to them what was going on. Looking around, I realized that only five soldiers remained. I asked where the rest were. I was told that they’d deserted.

Dream end.

Saturday’s Theme Music

Saturday has sauntered in like he owns the day. It’s July 2, 2022, part of the four day holiday weekend to celebrate Independence Day, aka July 4th or the 4th of July. All those phrases are employed to recognize the nation’s birthday. Of course, many are disappointed by the years SCOTUS rulings and attempts by GOP legislators and supporters to undermine our principles and drag us backwards. Scoffing at the holiday has grown stronger, especially after Hutchinson’s testimony at the Jan. 6 hearings in the past week. “How long can this nation remain united?” many ask. Others point to the long arc of history and change and remind people that it takes time and perseverance. History will judge it all.

It’s only 18 C right now, but it’s very pleasant. With thunderstorms and showers creeping through the area, projections for today’s high are mild, 78 F. Sunrise cameth (is too a word) at 5:39 AM while sunset cometh at 8:51 PM. Again. That sunset time has been unchanged for a week.

There won’t be fireworks in our town, BTW. Though we had more rain this year, overall, the land and vegetation was deemed too dry and too great a danger.

“Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles from 1989 was deposited in the morning mental music stream. My wife and I were watching television and saw a cute child give a sweet smile. After we talked about it, The Neurons were hooked on the words, “and that little boy’s smile.” I argued with The Neurons, pointing out that it was a little girl I saw. The Neurons don’t care ’bout no stinkin’ logic. They just turned up the volume and kept the song going.

So, anyway, it’s stuck in the mental music stream and must be shared to be dislodged. Them’s the rules. Not a problem, though. I enjoy Myles’ dusky style – it’s a vocalizing that I find attractive in many singers – and the song’s moodiness.

Here’s the song. Tell you what, you listen to it, cogitate on it, let me know what you think, and I’ll go get a cup of coffee. You stay positive and test negative, right? Right.


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