Woof-woof, you made the pants too long. Just when today looks like yesterday in the way daytime = joyous & nighttime = dream state, you can't get the essential sleep. The dreams said it all - parking the Cooper across from the stores, meeting several squares up the road and returning to find the car missing then being in a sedan that rolled and the driver insisting we were in the middle of "dance to the music" exclaimed the stress of woof-woof.

Thank you ibu's for recovery - - the issues are in the tissues. But when you're not in fear of not being able to pay your rent, count your blessings instead of sheep.

The next sleep was drawn from the day's disturbing Darrell Hammond Cracked Up and the sorrow of Melissa Etheridge losing her son. The dream featured Uncle Tony saying he could vaporize some damaging bank checks and restore them payable to the prosecuting gendarme. And that would . . .???

Is it the real turtle soup or simply the mock?