Wyoming? Why not?
30 Jan
I had a very strange dream Thursday night in which I seemed to be interviewing for a job in Wyoming. I don’t know what the job was. I don’t know why Wyoming. I don’t know why part of the interview took place on a swing set. But I’m pretty sure I was offered this mysterious job, and was going to take it.
And then I went to work and impersonated an old bird.
(For the record, I have not applied for a job in Wyoming. But I did drive through the state several years ago, and it seemed lovely.)
