Some good omens.
It’s sunny. It’s warm, like 9 c plus. There’s dirty snow and wet ground where the shadows are more prominent and I haven’t seen a single cloud; it’s just baby blue in the sky, right?
I’m jogging slowly because I’m a little bit fat. I see some stuff (during the jog):
There’ve been two geese or more likely swans flying overhead twice!!
I thought I saw a Siamese twin but it was just my imagination; when I got closer he had only one head unfortunately, but still…
That’s some of the noteworthy occurrences during my ~10km run.
Now we have only twelve chickens and suchlike, the thirteenth buried adead in the compost.
The dream: The dream I dreamt last night that an alcoholic spilled beer on me but I didn’t mind too much I said he could probably get it refilled for free. In that dream I dreamt too that I had the hoodie with the hood on and a baseball cap, like, and the hair I had cut it unevenly with a dog fur trimmer (the one I use for my beard). And although it looked like shit it also looked good; the long hair is the only feature which makes me special (it’s thinning). Even so I felt elated in the dream like I was entering into a new chapter.
All of these signs: the dream, the swans and no longer having 13 chickens I count as good omens.
Indeed.