Looks like I picked the wrong week...
The spontaneous beer free (so far) August has been great, but not without its issues. Coors N/A is like quitting smoking, in terms of its you ate too much cheese and no fiber effect. Then there's the dreams. Last night's triple feature:
- Sharks in Michigan. Yes, stupidly taunting them was involved. Fortunately, there was a scene change before things went all sharkquake vs. Megadethsharknadopocalypse.
- Never even breathe on a classic car in an unlikely impromptu car show at a small Gothic church in Chicago. One of them will roll away. The guy you ride with to chase it down is actually some sort of mobster. He would rather sink his car in the lake with you in it than let you live. Not fun.
- But you escape and go home - only to discover uncollected mail for someone in a former life is now stacking up at my house. and so are unaccounted for dishes. And wait! WTF are these keys doing here? That life is long gone and over, but in the day, she never went anywhere without her keys. Apprehensive search of the house ensues. The cupboards are clear. But not the third bedroom. We're now living in Goldilocks land. Oh no, Not Again.