Saturday

[nightdog_barks]

Sunny and warm. Dreamed early this morning that Gregory House was a 19th-century Russian doctor, exiled to Siberia because reasons, who had begun solving crimes in addition to doctoring. I didn't see Wilson but I'm sure he was there. WTF, brain.

Also, The Balance of Talon and Wing would make a great fic title. It's a line from Let the Great World Spin, which I am still reading and which is still excellent.