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My run of beautiful dreams seems to have ended.

But I saw my first owl in this area tonight. S/he was hooting right outside my house, in the big Ash tree outside. I watched the bird take flight, though it was so dark I could only make out the outline of its shape.

Last time I saw owls was in Botswana, big red-eyed eagle owls sitting in a tree in Savuti making noises like the pounding of a giants heart. I love owls. They remind me that magic is nearby, but I would love them even if they reminded me of nothing. They are just beautiful.

So tired this morning, throat very sore. How? I haven't left the house in days! It's been about concentration, about work and then more work. I feel like I'm on some bizarre escalator that keeps going and never gets me anywhere.

OK, this is getting worse not better. I may need to go back and redo the work I did today. Time for food and sleep.