I had a dream. I won’t tell you all the details because it was, you know, crazyland.

But long story short, Timmy had made it back home. So I woke up explaining to Gary either angels or zombies delivered him home to me or could he have woke up at the vet’s office and escaped and walked home even though he could barely walk?

Also I was slightly worried in the dream, besides the possibility of all of the above, a terrorist plot had organized his safe delivery home and then Timmy and I were embarking on some kind of new adventure as CIA covert special agents and we were going to have to go on the lam. That is exactly the kind of mess Timmy would get me into. So in the dream part, I couldn’t tell anyone he was home.

You never know. CIA, zombies, angels, miracles, everyone says those are all real and actually exist, even though you never meet them. As far as you know. Like this lady I saw 3 times walking around my neighborhood yesterday, I’d never seen before. My first thought is she’s lost. My next thought is she’s shifty. But like, maybe a zombie? Or miracle granter? Or CIA agent? And like, the whole zombie angle, bummer man. Flesh-eaters.

Gary says it’s just a dream. Because I miss him. I still had to look for him all over the house. But he wasn’t there.