Whisper, whisper.

There will be no pictures this evening, as we are being wery qwiet, huwnting wabbits.

Actually Mammy, S, and I are sitting on my bed whispering, so we won't wake A-man up. S and A-man came up today to help me paint the new office. We got everything taped up and the primer layer on. Then we headed across the bridge and got bits and pieces. We are covered in paint and very tired.

This morning I woke up from a very odd dream. I was in New Mexico making sweat lodges, visiting with men I used to know, and smoking things I've never smoked in the largest amounts I've ever seen.