dingaling

My doorbell dinged at 4:00 this morning, and I never really went all the way back to sleep. I knew there was no one at the door; the damn bell had malfunctioned a couple times the previous afternoon. Humidity? Poltergeist? Bored Republicans? Whatever. None of that mattered when it chimed again at 5:00 a.m., and again at 6:00 a.m. So I'm on my way down the hall (at the U) to get a coke.

I had a dream in the wee hours of the dawn, between dings, that when I went to see who was at my door, I discovered that several animals had made their way into my house, including half a dozen cats, a Newfoundland hound, and several migrating Canada geese.