Dreams of Kadath in an unmarked Prince. My second bowl of this blend, and it’s good but a lot to try to wrap my head around, it’ll take a while to figure this one out! It’s a chilly 35 degrees out on the porch, with a mean NW wind and a coupla snowflakes. Sipping some tea, too.
Neighbors across the street were just out with the dogs, imploring them, “poop. C’mon indistinguishable name, POOP. All right, don’t, I’m going inside.” The female stepped inside for a second or two, then poked her head out again, “poop...”