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I just woke up from a nap, and a lovely dream.

Our next door neighbor sold her house--to someone who already lived in the neighborhood, a couple of streets away. She and her husband are separating, amicably, apparently, and she and the dog are moving next door. The husband has been helping her move. All of which set the scene, I'm sure.

So I hear voices while I'm sleeping and realize OH is showing someone our house--not to sell, just giving them an idea of size and layout, etc. And then I realize, JDM is walking through our house commenting on what he and Hilarie might do--where they'd put the piano, and which room would be Gus', what accomodation the neighborhood would allow for Bandit, etc.

And because I'm still waking up, I can't get my eyes open. I say hello, but again, waking up, my voice isn't working right, and comes out really high. I'm lying on my side with one hand extended under the pillow, and I realize the hand is really cold--and as I realize that, JDM takes my hand in his really warm, rough one. And I say thank you, again in the high squeaky voice, and then I make a face and say, "My voice is so high today. It's somewhere up here." And I make a gesture (with my free hand) somewhere over my head. "I'm not that tall," I add, and JDM cracks up.

I made JDM laugh! And then I woke up.

I just thought I'd share that with y'all. JDM! In my house! Thinking I'm funny! Aw yeah, I know. But dude, he was *right there!*