This cough is not going away. Work is getting annoying because my conversations are interrupted by muting my phone so I can attempt to hack my lungs.
One of the managers is very pregnant. Folks were teasing her about having her water break in the office. My direct manager related a story about how her sister-in-law was about to give birth late at night while at home and how her brother had to get a clothespin from a nearby clothesline.
"What was the clothesline for? To keep the baby from coming out?"
Superbowl Sunday, the manliest day of the year and I was invited to one of the biggest and most exclusive superbowl parties on the planet. Since I was declared pope, I was left to my own devices while everyone else got into the spirit of the day. The one person who decided it would be interesting to bother me was a Russian crime lord. He kept asking me questions about faith and the schism between the Orthodox and Western churches. I studiously ignored him and wandered around the premises. Our host's home was vast. At one place was a ledge that had an open sided elevator that took riders to an indoor parking lot about 100 feet below. Every room had red carpet and all the walls were white. For the rest of the dream the crime lord was my shadow while I tried to find a way out of the house.
My only escape was waking up.
