Every bee that ever was...

Apparently while I was helping Bec fight off bees at the picnic Saturday, the mosquitoes were eating my legs--seven bites on my left and two on my right. The itching is making me crazy (and a little swollen). Ohio mosquitoes are evil.

This morning I woke up at 7:30, turned off the alarm that hadn't yet gone off, and turned on the radio before crawling back into bed.

In theory, waking up with NPR means a gentle arrival to consciousness as well as an informative start to the day. In reality, it means bizarre dreams and a distinctly surreal and vaguely menacing quality to any news story I do catch.

This morning, the news was already surreal and menacing--New Orleans preparing for the big one as Katrina roared closer. In my dream, I was there. So, as it turns out, was the president, walking apparently alone down the same steep road as me. I slipped and slid a little down the hill, trying to maintain my distance lest the undoubtedly hidden Secret Service should come and arrest me, but they never showed. So I said, "Oh, hi," to Dubya as I slid by, and he said, "How ya doin'" as I continued on my way.

Later I was walking to my hotel room and the green water was splashing up against my shoes.