My Wonderful Life-- a comedy

I had great dream last night. With Wendall. We were stacking returns in the garage, laughing. He had found a giant glass that said Happy 36th and as it was my 39th we decided to play a prank on David, who was doing other stuff in the garage. So I call him, "David, David, come here. Look what your daddy got me."  From under some junk in the back room, probably drums, David calls, scornfully, "You tried that same thing last year."

Wen and I grin at each other. We were stacking the papers in a car, not a truck. Having fun. I only wondered about that after I woke up. Also, if it was my 39th, how was David home? I didn't remember the dream immediately. After I had stretched and tossed back the comforter, suddenly it was all there. Me, Wen, David's voice, life as it was. In amazing color. Delight.

After my shower and shampoo it was noon. I decided to have an orderly breakfast. A real one, oatmeal with Craisins, toast with real butter, fresh coffee, three slices of apple. Sit down, normal.  At the screen of course. All ready, just another minute in the microwave for the oats. Everything on my laptop table except the apples. The microwave dings. I go to get the oats and the apples. Can't find the apples, but I open the microwave. Yup, you guessed it.  One minute too much.

Found the apples.  

Hey, it was still a great dream.

Happy All Souls Day