last night i had this dream where stuart and i were sitting around his house, and the post came, and it was the police report and we were really happy.
i woke up briefly, and thought, “wow, subconscious, why don’t you just smack me with a 2×4 and get it over with.”
only, then, my morning phone call came from stuart.
“guess what i’m holding.”
“what,” i said groggily.
“a brown envelope.”
the police report arrived. he’d already printed out a cover letter for the checklist, and was holding the completed letter to send to the US Embassy in London, advising them that we were ready for an interview date.
i’ve been riding cloud nine all day. and wondering how psychic i really am.