Temperance.

Dear Fleur.
I dreamed last night that one of my chickens died. The little Rhode Island Red. The one named "Baby."
Is it weird to cry because you dream about your chickens dying?

Mandy is in the kitchen singing me the happy birthday song very off key. My birthday was two and a half months ago.

This morning I finished Jeremiah. It ended in a very depressing manner. Almost everyone dies.
Tomorrow I start Lamentations. Doesn't that sound even more depressing though?

I also had a good second dream though. I was married and had a farm and a daughter named "Temperance." My house had hand done wood floors. At night, my husband and I would get all the quilts from our house and we would trudge through our wheat field in our rubber boot with our little daughter. Then we would lay directly in the middle of the field and stargaze.
And we had lots of chickens and none of them died.

Mandy made me carrot cake because I didn't get a cake for my birthday.

I think if there's one thing that I'm walking away from Jeremiah with, it is that God is just.
Also, there is a slight chance that I am very excited to be one book closer to Daniel. I have always loved Daniel too much.

I need to go get dressed and change my oil and eat less cake but draw more pictures of wood floors now.
Also I have look for a dairy free cake recipe and wrap more presents.
Bell.
Bell.