Don't drink the water and don't breathe the air

I had a dream last night where I was riding around a city on some kind of vehicle that, as far as I can remember, was like a flying cushion. A goose was riding with me, but when I stopped, the goose got mad and flew away. I don't know what the significance of that dream was (or if there even was any), but my animal encounters sort of continued into real life, when squirrels kept running out in front of my car this morning.

My sinuses have been kind of bad in the last few days. Since they tend to be worse outside, I'd suspect it was due to allergies. While I usually have really bad allergies in the spring, though, I can't recall ever having them in the fall. Regardless, if it keeps up, I should probably see if I have any sinus medicine. At the moment, though, there's no apparent congestion.

Also, I have two more reviews of Oz books by March Laumer:

( The Ten Woodmen of Oz )

( A Farewell to Oz )

And speaking of Oz, I found my copy of The Hungry Tiger of Oz, but it's not in very good shape. Sometime when I have the funds, I should replace my copies of the early Thompson Oz books. It looks like Books of Wonder is still offering Royal Book in hardcover, but their Kabumpo looks as if it's gone out of print. I probably should have bought it when I saw it at the store in Manhattan, but it's too late for that now.