pyat

I had a dream last night, in which I was trying to find my way home without my glasses, at night. The streets were blurry and strange, but the Piggot Building was on fire, so I was able to use that as a navigation marker. The house was much larger than I expected it to be. I wandered from room to room for a while.

Later, Yoda gathered everyone into the schoolyard across the street, which was frozen, and asked them if they wanted more wisdom. A very old shaman-lady whispered that true wisdom meant that one should not ask for wisdom, so Yoda instructed her to cut out her tongue with a pair of scissors. At that, an officious looking man in a cloak spread a sheet on the ground, and arranged dozens of pairs of scissors on it. The audience, which seemed to be a mix of people dressed in hodge-podge of SF and historical attire, collected these and prepared to snip of their tongues. Then Yoda noted that they should also cut off their noses.

As people were about to do this, Yoda told them to stop! He said he was trying to make a point about following orders blindly. Most people seemed to think he was actually just being a jerk.

And then I woke up.

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I'm sick today, staying home from work. This sucks especially because tomorrow

velvetpage and I are going for a romantic weekend getaway... and I'm sneezing and stuffed up, and blotchy and have a cracked red nose. Sigh. The minivacation was originally scheduled for February, but we had to cancel it when Claire got sick.

This is the hotel we're going to: