There was a dream that I was having this morning, right before woke me up. I was in my forties, and I had two daughters. One was an artist, and she and I were in the garage, looking at two different pieces that she’s put together… not paintings, but like, industrial art pieces.

She thought that this one was crap and wasn’t nearly as good as the other one. I told her exactly what I liked about it and made her smile.

And then I woke up.