An air of surreality

Never go to sleep on Rabbit Hole Day without making a post -- you never know what you might wake up to. After a night of fitful sleep and strange dreams (involving underground tunnels, a lion, an excessive quantity of fried rice, and I'm not sure what else) I was wakened at 5:30 by the sound of the coffeegrinder, followed by a chipper and fully-dressed chaoswolf. Gee, thanks. And why can't you do that on school days, when it would be useful?

Well, there are new silk-and-steel strings on the guitar, and a housefilk planned for this afternoon/evening. Maybe I'll be able to take a nap after lunch.