Dreams seem so real when you are in their moment, but so absurd when you wake up. Lately, what happens in the dream state is more detailed and emotionally significant than the events that happen when I'm awake. Maybe because dreams bypass age and isolation.
We were all getting ready to leave for Kingston, some of the family already in the car. We remembered the dog at the last minute so I went back inside to feed Cosmo. He was very hungry, and kept trying to eat the food before I could put it in his dish, so it took a little longer than expected. Dorothy came in from the car, and told me she felt bad about bringing up the subject of Cosmo and making Dave sad over the loss of his dog. I tried to reassure her, as I continued to put food in his bowl, that we knew the life expectancy was only about ten years.
Dorothy went back out to the car, and before joining them I decided to wear not a parka, but a really nice gray wool coat. I knew it might be a little less comfortable to travel in than my usual jacket, but I compromised by leaving another article of clothing unhooked.
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