Maybe it was the wine, but I always have such wacky dreams when sleeping on airplanes. They all go so many great places, and when I wake up still on a the plane, I forget where I'm going, which is a funny feeling. It takes a few minutes to get my bearings, I have to say to myself "Ok, now where was I going?" In the dream I had on the last flight I saw my beautiful dog Luna. She and I were sitting at my house watching birds outside of the window.
I'll make that a reality when I get home -- but first, I have to stop off in New York for a meeting with the DT man himself, Trump.
See you soon!
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