In my dream I became certain, and I was going to blog it the moment I woke up - The Island is the Ark. Goodness, it sounded so plausible while I was asleep, except for when you realize that it has nothing to do with anything.

Well, at least I'm dreaming about television instead of work. That suggests an upturn in my mood. Next week I might dream about sex, and after that flight, and then I'll be back to good.

Ten degrees and rainy! I may go to work naked.