Bill C, Birthday Hero
This morning I had a very nasty dream. I was involved in a woman’s crew team (I think this is an hommage to my colleague, Kim Elliott) and for some reason the team had a dispute and I retired to a public ladies room. There, I found an extremely clogged toilet, a “dirty potty” one may say. Apparently I felt somewhat responsible for the toilet’s state because I started to plunge it (I doubt I would have taken the initiative otherwise). The plunging effort was far from successful and quite messy. The more I plunged, the more messy the situation became. Water and poop was getting everywhere– it splashed on my pants. It got all over my copy of Catch-22 (which I was reading before falling asleep) and it was even getting in my hair. Suddenly, Bill knocked on the front door, the beagle started arooing and I woke up.
I can not thank Bill enough for getting me out of that mess. What a well-timed gift.