Well, for entertainment until we get back up and running, this was my last post, in the Dear Letters thread:
Dear Bad Dream,
I really didn't like that, dying and all, although dying seems peaceful.
Sincerely,
Still Alive.
(The dream was I was driving fast, but not like a maniac, just with the flow of traffic, on the 405 freeway in L.A. on the way to cover a baseball game. Around a wide bend a car heads straight for me in my lane, forcing me to veer into the right lanes. It whipped me out of control until the car was turned backward. I tried controlling the car, but it became airborn and slammed into a wall and burst into flames. Next instant I was, I guess, dead, because I was being pulled toward the bluest sky ever, in slow motion. "I'm dead," I said, floating away from the accident scene, sort of bummed out. I accepted the moment, and then I woke myself up to see if I was really dead. Strange dream).