Last night I dreamt that I had mailed a version of my story that had so many typos it was incomprehensible. Let the stress dreams begin!
I also dreamt that two VPs I used to work with were being jerks to me. Which was actually kind of in character for them. Maybe I can blame the Jiffy Pop I made while Jim was working late. The last Jiffy Pop I’ll ever have: I saw the trans fat content as I was making it. It had been a total impulse purchase and nostalgia item: we used to always take it on camping trips. And it did seem to taste like I remembered it. But I’ll stick to Jim’s homemade popcorn from now on. It’s much better and hopefully angst-free.