The visit and the dream

On the last night of the children's visit, Nick came down when we settled in to watch half a movie after dinner as usual. He circled and nobody except me noticed. After a few minutes of circling, he jumped up into my lap and stayed there snuggling for quite a while. So, real progress for Nick.

Here's the dream from last night. I tell my husband Trump has just attacked Ireland for staying in the EU, because this is disloyal to the British. My husband says, oh, it's in his book. He gets out a book from the 90's called something like Aphorisms for Living. The cover says it's by DONALD TRUMP and two other authors in a smaller font. (It's a collection of other people's writing, sort of like Ivanka's book of favorite inspirational quotations, you know the one where she didn't ask permission to use copyrighted material.) He turns to a page with a quotation about Ireland. It's something out of "A Modest Proposal", to the effect that the Irish can't take care of themselves so the British have to do it for them. That tired old argument. I'm so deeply resentful that it's been a year and that man turned up in a dream, not in person thankfully, but in name and illogic.