Nazrax

Bed @ 2245
Woke @ 0300


The old house
I'm outside, sitting at a desk I've set up on my driveway, working on my laptop. One side of the driveway is lined with trees, and a beautiful old house is on the other side. The other side of the driveway has sparse trees, and I can see the road through them. I'm on a conference call with Chad and someone else. While we're waiting for Tony to dial in, Chad asks when we last had any time off. I tell him it's been a while, and he says that we should all take a day off. Almost immediately, he and the other person on the call drop. Tony dials in a moment later and I explain what just happened. He's rather stunned, not quite believing they'd do that. As he's becoming less stunned and more annoyed, I invite him over for the day to work, and he accepts. He's never been to my house before, so I try to give him directions, but I'm doing a really bad job. He dialed into the conference while he was already driving, so despite my bad directions it's only a couple of minutes before he shows up. Now I'm inside sitting at a large dining room table in a room paneled with lots of old, dark wood. Tony's not there, but Amita and a couple of others are. I offer them the leftovers from lunch - some tostada shells, refried beans, and other texmex bits and pieces - and Amita immediately accepts. She grabs something large - the entirety of what's left of something - and starts dipping it into the refried beans. I've never seen anyone eat it like that ...

Now I'm with my wife and eldest daughter in the kitchen. One of them says we've been asked how many trees on the property produce any kind of berry. We start trying to run down them by memory, starting with trees on the driveway. The ones at the top of the driveway don't produce berries; the next plants produce beries but would be considered bushes, but the next ones are trees which berry. Now we're outside wandering around, checking plants one-by-one to see if they have berries and would be considered trees.


BTB @ 0315, though it takes about 30 minutes to fall asleep.
Woke on and off. Woke for the last time at 0715.

A slow invasion
I'm sitting with two or three people at a round table talking about the best way to keep <something> out of <somewhere>. Everything we've tried has failed, and I believe that, ultimately, there's nothing we can do; eventually the place will be overrun and it's just a mater of how long it'll take.


Fragment:Someone standing by a road.