Listening to someone tell in detail about a dream that was seemingly never-ending and convoluted can be, well, not all that interesting. I like it better when things are encapsulated, such as when Alison said yesterday that in her night’s dream I told her I would have to go the hospital because I had slipped on a deviled egg.

Now, last night, I had one of those goes on forever dreams and it was about all the incredible setbacks of trying to negotiate the way home from a point some miles away. Believe me, it was detailed and convoluted. One thing, though, occurred to me when I was reflecting about my dream this morning: I was supposed to carry something with me and at times I would find I did not have it. So I would sigh and retrace my steps until I had found it. I wasn’t happy about it, but I did it.

So, maybe, I have a bit of responsibility in me.

Oh, wait, Rose and Sophie are telling me it was just a nocturnal aberration.