I woke up feeling well-rested and early in the day. Therefore, I decided it would be a good time to take the opportunity to go out. I don’t like being home for several days in a row. So we checked out a place called Treasure Trove or something like that. It was a huge thrift store with tons of booths with people selling their stuff.

They had lots of nice stuff, but the only thing I got was a pair of slippers and Musk incense.

Then I had the weirdest jail dream ever. I don’t know why I was in jail, but the jail didn’t really look like a jail, and neither did the guards. They were in uniform or anything. Tom moved to this state and because he did, they transferred me to a jail here, LOL. One of the “guards” looked very matronly and gave me a hug on my way out.

“I loved you,” I told her.

“Aw, I know,” she said. And then she told me to e-mail her that night to let her know how things went.