Just a quick post before the day's daily dose of insanity begins:
Last night I dreamt I went to visit Heather, Jon & Leta in Dooceland. I showed up without warning and they were lovely, gracious people, welcoming me into their home after I told I them I was a daily Dooce reader and just had to meet them.
How frigging weird is that? Not that they were lovely, gracious people but that I'm dreaming about someone who's blog I read? It makes me think.... I feel like I know so much about these people and who they are and yet I've never met them, had a conversation or even an email exchange.
Back to work and the ensuing craziness.