Dreams and Food

(Apparently I wax loquacious at 4 am-- apologies in advance for weirdness):

I was woken up at 4 AM by a darling dodo of a bird who decided to sit outside our window and cheerily chirp the same three bird-words over and over. No, there is no hint of sunrise here at 4 AM either. I'd been in the middle of a dream about discovering our house is infected (yes, that is a better word) with black widow spiders, around which we'd been happily tromping in our bare feet *shuddertwitch* We proceeded to do something about the fact, and later when I ran the tap there was one floating around in the sink, feigning (my paranoid mind insisted) rigor mortis. A bug box must be bought. Luckily my dream self owned one and Eric manfully performed the deed. In real life I'm afraid we'd both be content with placing a tall cup over the dearly departed, package-taping it down around the edges, and maneuvering around it for the next three weeks of dishwashing-- at which point we'd probably be satisfied that it couldn't still be holding its breath and ignoring cramping muscles. Then we'd wash it down the sink, run the garbage disposal for five minutes, and never stick our hands down there again. No, mutilating blades are no deterrent by comparison.

Since I woke up I've been studying the carpet, pointedly ignoring trajectories involving the clothes pile, and getting terrified of the black strap on my flashlight which is swiftly cultivating a hobby of brushing against me in a most hair-raising manner. And our noisy bat is still playing Daffy Duck to my Porky Pig-- "Guess this famous song from the first three notes, and you'll win a prize." Sunrise threatens. Sleep, alas, does not.

Okay, now back to me writing in the present. Guess what we had for dinner last night? Homemade pasta! I made the noodles, Eric made the sauce:

We also had a thunderstorm last night, plus a mini-power-out (all of 5 seconds or so).