
The first time I woke up this morning, it was raining and the wireless internet was spotty. I went back to bed because my throat hurt.
The second time I woke up this morning, I was right in the middle of a dream about how today was International Good Day. Seriously. The lady who lived in my calendar that looked like Oprah but actually was the Queen of England told me so. Seriously. You cannot make up dreams. My internet is still spotty, but it is sunny outside and WARM inside the apartment. My throat still hurts, but I gargled salt water.
"Let’s roll," she said.
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