I don't know the origin of that quote, but I dreamed someone was telling me that. That's the only takeaway from last night's nocturnal entertainment. The rest eludes me.
In other news, my little LED is back on. I don't know if that's a good sign or an omen or what. I'd love to have the ability to interpret its comings and goings, which can seem random, but I'm sure are connected to something. Even if it is temperature related and the mindless electrons are simply responding to the heating and cooling of the environment, that's a connection.
I think it's more. I get excited when it comes on, like, "What are you trying to tell me, Sharon? Is it a warning? Is Timmy stuck down a well? Do I need to get a 3/4 inch drill bit and a winch to help free him? What is it?"
I will await further instructions, but for now, "Hi, Boopie!"
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