I took a late nap, after convincing my chickens that they really did want to go in their coop early. I realized yet again why late naps are a bad thing. Here's why: I dreamed I was on the phone discussing the pros and cons of toilet paper brands with a fellow BYC member (name withheld to protect her innocence) while both my father and (deceased) mother stood next to me yelling in my ears that I needed to get rid of my chickens so that my niece, a grown woman with five kids, could have my coop to keep her hamsters in. While trying to ignore their yelling I looked over at my couch to see a strange man sitting there with my favorite chook on his lap and he was feeing her popcorn. For once I'm glad that our border collie barks alot because his barking woke me up before it could get any weirder. I'm gonna go drink a cup of coffee and try to wake up. I'll be back.