Looking in my cupboard this morning… the day after getting groceries. There’s a secure feeling that comes over me, knowing that I won’t have to forage for a time. I’m very pleased at the almost comedy of wealth there.
I dreamt last night that I was told not to have any telephone communication with the dead. I got a notice on my bill for extended calls into the afterlife and that I was allowed only one hour a month to talk to the deceased. I couldn’t remember talking to any dead folks on the phone, but I paid the bill, uncontested… because I didn’t want to offend anyone dead that I’d forgotten about. I remember that he bill didn’t seem any more expensive than usual.