So earlier today I thought of something to write about but I’ve already forgotten it. Last night I went to bed early, only to be woken up by kids playing kickball and making all sorts of noise. 11:30PM is no time to be yelling in the park.
This morning I had a dream I remember. I went to a Jewish community center (how I knew that I don’t know) and I was first in the wrong room. It was the “women’s” room and there was a woman on the stage with a towel on her head. I just kept my eyes covered and made my way out of the room. I found the “men’s” room and it was covered in that heavy quilted cloth that they put on the walls in elevators when you’re moving furniture. I thought to take my shoes off but an elderly gentleman at a table near the entrance stopped me and said, “Today you honor yourself.” Then he handed me a sticky bun.
OK, I have no idea where that came from but there you have it.