I let the toad go free yesterday.  I just can’t play god and intentionally incarcerate an innocent wild creature for my own amusement.  It’s abuse of power and toads.  Just speaking for myself.  Y was disappointed, but I was the jailer so I got to make the call.  I know I should have waited ’til they got another look, but my conscience (and probable nightmares) wouldn’t let me.  Is there a metaphor or analogy in there–no doubt!

So I didn’t have nightmares, but some stranger than usual dreams, which I can’t repeat, during the excessively long sleep-in I apparently needed.  I literally can’t wake up or get up from those.   And the sweats–night and day–are getting worse.  I felt feverish, but wasn’t.  And more fatigue.  I also feel guilty being able to catch up on sleep when my son can’t.  Like I’m sleeping for two!  If only that were a thing.

I did get some garden work done yesterday.  I liberated the prickly pear from its weedy bondage, so it can revive and be part of the permanent perennial fruit and veg beds, with strawberries, asparagus, and horseradish, so far.  The bees and pollinators are out in force, doing their last minute fall jobs–see closeups.