Today — April Fool’s Day — is the 42nd anniversary of Stephen’s and my first date.  You’ve been told this at least ten times, the age of this blog, so one might well imagine there’d be calendars marked, cards, etc, but nevermind…

Last night, I had a dream which did not rise — or sink, rather — to the level of nightmare, that involved (short version) a stranger with designs on our house clandestinely changing the lock on the front door.

What do you think it means?  My own fallback in the interpretation of dreams is frequently seven years of plenty and seven years of famine, but this may just be my being lazy.

I await your analysis, but won’t hold my breath, if expecting you to remember April First is anything to go by…