Dream from last night.
I was walking down a street in NYC with my husband and I saw MaryBishop with her pink glasses and a cane. And I thought to myself, "I knew I would run into her one of these days." She was carrying a small dog and muttering about how hot it was.
Then I popped into a deli to buy a loaf of bread, and I gave the cashier $30, expecting some change, but I received nothing back. Not even the bread. Someone handed me a note that said my husband would gladly go out on a bread run for me.