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Well, they want me back at work tomorrow; Friday seems like an odd day for it, but I’m guessing it’s because it’s the first of the month.
Last night I finally had a pandemic-inspired dream— I was wandering around downtown, got lost and began trying to find a Sobey’s supermarket that isn’t there in real life. At one point I found a sub-basement to Union Station that was being used as a co-op mushroom farm. Above ground, every big-box store I approached turned out to be Not the Sobey’s. Finally I saw it on a neighbouring hill, with a giant line-up outside. It looked like that photo from a few years ago of Mt. Everest at the height of the climbing season with several hundred people waiting just below the summit.
Last night I finally had a pandemic-inspired dream— I was wandering around downtown, got lost and began trying to find a Sobey’s supermarket that isn’t there in real life. At one point I found a sub-basement to Union Station that was being used as a co-op mushroom farm. Above ground, every big-box store I approached turned out to be Not the Sobey’s. Finally I saw it on a neighbouring hill, with a giant line-up outside. It looked like that photo from a few years ago of Mt. Everest at the height of the climbing season with several hundred people waiting just below the summit.
