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Having turned off my alarm clock for the weekend, this morning I had one of those dreams where I thought I was actually awake and walking around the house.

I'd woken up at lunchtime and discovered that I'd been burgled though it wasn't clear how anyone had got in, but they'd only taken the computer monitor and the television, leaving everything else behind, and the door to the ferret hutch was wide open but the boys were all still in there, fast asleep. And there was also something about how I couldn't go and get another monitor because my car was somewhere far away and by the time I went to get it and come back something bad would have happened. And then I woke up for real. (Or did I? *mwahahaha* Maybe I'm also dreaming that I'm posting this?)

I'm starting to wonder if all this rain our wonderful summer weather has rotted my brain...