_So here I am walking down the rut sleepwalking and talking to myself and wishing the squirrels would chat with me and pretending they do until they actually do at which point I stop and realize I’m a little scared of talking squirrels even if they do listen politely while I tell them about how I got myself locked out of the Place of the Way by calling for a vote of confidence. It’s my birthday. I have presents for everyone back in my cupboard in the Place. But since I’m out here now, I’ll just have to improvise._ _Know that I am dreaming of your love._