fluf•fing, 10

I think that We Can Do Hard Things desensitizes its listeners to revelation.

I had a dream last night that I was sitting diagonally back to back with a middle-aged woman. She was waving her glass of wine about as she emphatically told stories. I asked her to be careful, and she was incredulous that I didn't trust her to defy the laws of gravity and stop the wine from splashing out of her remarkably mobile and horizontal glass.

How many people do you think have ring lights for their work-from-home setup? Is that appropriate?

I had a dream last night that I was at the home of my coworker (as a friend? an airbnb guest? perhaps a son?). His wide open kitchen was a charming array of floating wooden shelves, clay vases, and striped hand towels flung on countertops. At first, he was married to someone I didn't recognize--her name may have been Tammi? After we unloaded bags and bags of groceries from his car, he filmed me with a plastic on-the-should camcorder as I slowly walked through his drafty, thin-white-tapestry-swept family room. His wife became Sabrina Impacciatore, crying on the floor as she appeared to be picking up fallen groceries like puzzle pieces, this incident so clearly the straw that broke the back of her aching heart.

Everyone’s a catch if you’re lookin for ‘em.