Bad news: hottest two days of the year, and our power went out. Not the company’s problem, ours–we blew a breaker box that has to be replaced, and it’s old & rare so it took two days. (If I owe you messages, etc., that’s why. The hassling.) Good news: this meant we got to stay in a hotel for two nights (had no internet last night, but the marvelous bed was worth it). Best news: sleeping in strange beds gives my guy the coolest dreams.
Him: Oh man, I had a Cumberbatch dream last night.
Me: Goddamn you. What?
Him: I was trying to use my iPhone, but I couldn’t figure it out, you know how it is in dreams. And Benedict came floating by in this cool hoverchair–
Me: He has a hoverchair. He would.
Him: And he scooped me up into his lap and showed me how to use my iPhone.
Me: Oh my god. Warren. The psychoanalytic–cheezis, if you have a phallic object, it’s your iPhone. And Benedict–
Him: Showed me how to use it. Shut up, the next part is best. So then suddenly we were in the Old West, and I was John–
Me: You are way too tall.
Him: –and we were playing cards, and I cleaned up. And Sherlock looks at me with that sort of baffled, you know, arrogance, and asked how I did it. And I said, “Hey, I was in the army. We played a lot of cards.”
Me: WHY DO YOU GET THESE DREAMS. YOU’RE NOT EVEN THE FANGIRL.