I’ve been up most of the night with customer issues for work. In the 2 hours I got to sleep, I dreamed I was a Scientist who was studying my own superhuman healing powers, before I was shot five times by a street thug during a robbery of my lab. My healing powers struggled to overcome the injuries and I eventually passed out at the opening of an alley, just as Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stumbled by after a long night of drinking. I was whisked away and drifted in and out of a montage of hospital scenes. Apparently now I’m an Avenger. In my dreams. Literally.


Ditched me

Danger Monkey, age 8: “I’d like to play in that trench.”

Me: “Actually, we call those ravines or maybe gully. A “trench” is something that was dug by people.”

DM: “The deepest known spot on Earth is the Marianas Trench. It is located in the Pacific Ocean and it was not dug by people.”

Me: (slow blink)

Me: “Yes, you are absolutely correct. Call it whatever you want. Now go get dirty.”

And he did.