After taking Beverly for a long walk today, I came home, turned on a little space heater I have and fell asleep on the couch. While I was sleeping, I had the most delightful dream that I lived in a big apartment that had six rooms, a walk-in closet, an enormous kitchen and a big back deck. It was in NYC, but for some reason it was on the beach. (Dreams never make sense.) Flickering candles were sitting on all the tables outside and it was so nice...
I hate small NYC apartments. I want a place like this.
I don't know why I decided to write about my dream. Maybe I'm hoping doing so will help it become real.
Okay, bye bye.