This morning I woke at 4, then 5, then 6 and finally gave up and got out of bed. I took the dogs out in front because it was still dark outside and there have been a rash of burglaries lately. The sky turned purple right before my eyes as I waited for Arlene to first not want to come off the porch, then finally amble down the stairs, and then attempt to come up only to have Loca push her rolling down the stairs and me have to intervene. I then fed the Bean and Loca and quickly took Loca for her walk as a busy day awaited me. But the purple sky had set a tone for the day, the big limbed trees with the fat moss looked more like tree people, the stone lions by the peristyle appeared to be ready to leap across the lagoon, the ducks looked wooden sitting on the banks, a very very dark skinned man slumped on a concrete bench under a huge sprawling oak looking almost like an animated little black Sambo – something odd was in the air, the inanimate seemed to be imbued with life and the living inanimate. My mind was playing tricks on me. I think it’s allergies.