Dreaming an 18-wheeler
When was the last time I dreamed about a truck?
That’s right.
Never. Never in my natural life.
Until last night, when I dreamed about one not too different from the picture here. I distinctly remember polishing its grill and then sitting in the cab, wondering if I should name it Ilsa or Claudette.
That’s Claudette, as in Colbert.
Yeah, it’s pretty damn weird, I know.
sarah!