I had a sleep attack yesterday. I only meant to take a little nap. I had gone a couple of weeks without naps almost, but when I got sick I fell back in. Anyway, I woke up from the nap yesterday and was hit by the “it’s better to sleep forever” feeling. I didn’t sleep forever, but I didn’t get up until this morning. All in all some 17 hours in bed I think. Wow. I didn’t sleep the whole time, I woke up during the night and did some tossing and turning. But in a nice sleepy way.

You’d think 17 hours in bed would leave the body well rested. But the body just gets sore. Funny that. I have managed to not nap today, though. Let’s hope I can sleep tonight. My sleep rythm is all over the place. Sleep is complicated. If you do it right.

Other than that there is not much going on in Plume’s house. There’s a couple of things actually. But they aren’t too interesting and I’m not in a typing mood. So I’m going to go instead.

Oh did you see that lady saying Barack Obama is Arab? Don’t you just think McCain was thinking to himself “Oh crap, this is going to be all over youtube?”. I love politics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpE6ljPjSAk. Lookit how fast he grabs that mike from her. No no no. No ma’am.

You may think I live in a warzone currently, so just to dispel that myth here is a picture of Gellerup with nobody getting stabbed or burnt:

The fall colours are coloured on fallen leaves all about. It is a pretty sight.

I went to the playground and saw the goats. They are a pretty sight, especially after so long. Magnethe is getting wild though. When I went into the goat pen she started snorting and jumping up and getting in attack position. She didn’t actually follow through on the attacks, so no bruises for me this time. But she was really putting on a show. And just as the last time she stopped completely when I sat down on the bench. Then she was all sweet and normal and loving her scratches. I guess when I sit down on the bench I become human Plume, but when I’m standing up then I am goat Plume and she needs to assert her dominance.

I tried some of the advice from this entry in my goat community. But it didn’t really work. I just can’t get tough with her. I guess I’ll have to bring the water bottle and see if some squirting can get her to behave. I’m not so worried for myself, I can handle her even when she gets rough. And sitting on the bench there’s no trouble at all. But if she acts wild like that with the other adults or even the kids, then I’m afraid they might end up taking her away. And that’d be sad.

She was such a well-behaved child. I blame the parents.

Maybe if I’d been around more after Mads died, maybe that would have kept her in check more? But in any case I can’t be at the playground all the time. It’s not really my job to keep her disciplined and all that. I’m not the daily caretaker. I shouldn’t blame myself too much, right?

I still love her lots. Silly girl.

And Vanilje too.

Tell me the truth, is my nose bigger than Vanilje’s? You know you’re not going to be a supermodel when you realize you have a nose bigger than a goat’s.

And now for a new addition to the sheep fold.

A sweet, new white sheep. To keep the black one company. The black one is still sort of shy and stays back mostly. But she’s no longer baahing lonely, now she has company. And the white one seems right at home. She came straight up to see me at the fence. And she munched down the piece of carrot that I gave her. She’s more confident, that’s easy to tell.

A nice couple. Let’s hope for some lambs soon.

Now I gotta get back to Duma Key. Almost done.