Finders, keepers

"Instant karma’s gonna get you,
Gonna knock you off your feet."

-- We All Shine On, John Lennon



I woke up from a nap today around 2 p.m.

I had been dreaming about fishing, but I dreamed that I had snagged something rather than catching it, and my first impression was that it was a dog, a dog with a fin, but it appeared to be a fish once I reeled it in. People on the pier were cheering, but I didn't understand why...

It's almost cheating if you snag it. There's no skill and lots of luck involved, but it's no dignified way to land a fish the size of a dog.


I had fallen asleep curled up on the couch with Zoe. When I awoke, I found Joe had managed to curl up on the couch with us and had fallen asleep. So I did what any woman would do when wedged between two sleeping loved ones in the middle of the day: I thought about dogfish dreams.

And I concluded: Hey, sometimes you snag 'em.

So what, if it's a keeper.