Three weird dreams lately:
1: Took a part-time job as a grocery store bagger. I was wearing a suit and tie. "Of course you were," responded my spouse.
2: Watched a college women's basketball game. Final score 120 to zero. There was only one team playing.
3. Thought I was back in the Navy and on watch as Officer of the Deck, in port, in Scotland. Took a phone call from former U.S. President Bill Clinton, who wanted the U.S. Navy to freeze a local lake so his grandkids could ice skate. Chelsea's? Oh, well. My job was to find the Defense Department Liaison to the Secret Service so the ex-president's protective detail could get him under medical observation. (This was a DREAM, remember?)