urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mechaniquemary mechaniquemary mechaniquemary 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mechaniquemary:2019 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Last night I dreamt that I was gazing out of the second story window of a beautiful vistorian house, much like the one I grew up in. Down in the yard someone sat on a blanket, beckoning me to come down and join them for a delicious picnic. However, when I shifted my gaze over to the other side of the lawn, I saw that there was a very large pile of logs and branches, and intermingled among them were about 6 or 7 dead, rotting woodchucks. And I wondered, "Can I really enjoy a picnic sitting next to a pile of dead, rotting woodchucks?"