Last night, I had a dream. I can’t remember most of it, but it seems to me it had to do with a lot of running errands.

Anyway, right in the middle of the dream, I realized that my grandpa was sitting in the waiting room of the business I was just leaving (which turned into an old barber shop when I went back in to talk to him). He was reading the paper, and when I came back in he looked inordinately pleased and asked me about coming home for Thanksgiving (more important to him, because we go hunting together), or Christmas (more important to Grandma).

I tried to explain all the reasons I had for not leaving Denver this year. He just looked a little disappointed and assured me it would be fine. I told him to come see the new house, he told me Grandma doesn’t travel so well anymore, since strange sleeping arrangements confuse her (she’s battling alzheimers, although she seems good whenever I see her).

On top of everything else, my subconscious gangs up on me. Great.