Silly dreams. Lucy shrieked me awake from a dream in which I woke one morning to find Ken Layne asleep in the guest bedroom. Apparently, he had come through town for some sort of media event -- a panel, a book-signing, it wasn't clear -- and slept over at our house. Which was all fine with me. Others of his crowd showed up and I counted heads and cooked for everyone.

I am a great fan of Ken Layne's work and he is welcome to stay here anytime. But he needs to be warned that there's not a bed in this house that would be comfortable for a 6'4" man, or woman, for that matter.

Later today I bought 36 white begonias and 12 white impatiens. Along with the 50 White Queen caladiums, I think the front yard is taken care of.

Now time to think about the back.