Our gas was turned back on at about 9:20 this morning.
I had an odd and disturbing dream last night.
I was back in the paste-up department of a newspaper and had about six pages of a newspaper to assemble using the old wax method. I was all thumbs and could make no progress at all. In the end, the task overwhelmed me and I quit the job.
I have assembled hundreds of newspaper pages over the years, even if it's been a while. During the dream, I woke enough to realize that it was a dream, and that this had no bearing on my real life. But I also thought there was no reason why I couldn't get on with the work.
What a mess.