When Zoe woke me this morning, I was having a strange, Haruki Murakami-like dream. I was in an elevator with no buttons. A disembodied voice said, "We are heading to the thirteenth floor." The elevator may have done a couple of somersaults, I'm not sure.

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judy in ky said…
That dream would have freaked me out.

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