It still will be.
A night or two ago I had a dream - or several - of which I remembered snippets. One part was the furniture we ordered in the Winter finally arrived. They don't call 'em 'dreams' for nothing.
During an IM exchange last night, Morty texted something completely non-related, and I flashed on him and myself (and others, though I don't know who now) - and us having the bestest beach house ever, and 'we' were 'all' on vacation. I'm sure there was more to it, but I cannot remember. It's just a germ of a thought of what played in my head the night before.
That I type that, now I remember trying to get into a restaurant named Tower 7 - which does actually exist.
Maybe Morty is going on vaca with me. That works for me.
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