Dream last night

I was up at the Woodhull house, and the landscape outside was a frozen tundra, with flat land and distant hills.

P. Diddy called me on the phone, although in my dream I kept calling him "Frank." I'd recently visited a city in Canada, and he'd asked me to check on something for him there, but I forgot. So he was calling to follow up. I think that my grandfather (Dad's dad) was also on the line, listening to the call, or trying to help.

P. Diddy asked, "So, next year when you go, will you find out if there's a good health insurance plan for two people in that city?" His voice was slightly irritated, but I was surprised that he could wait another year for the information. It seemed like he wanted to move there, if the plan was good.

I said, "Sure. But you know, you could call a doctor there and find out sooner."

P. Diddy: "How do I find a doctor there?"

Me: "You can look online. Go to --"

P. Diddy: "Wait wait wait." (He gets on his computer.) "Okay."

Me: "yp.com. No no -- it's yp.yahoo.com"

P. Diddy goes to that website.

P. Diddy: "Oh, cool, cool."

We spoke a little more about how to use the website, and then he wasn't there anymore. He was done with the call, so he just put down the phone and left to do something else. I waited for a minute or two more, then hung up.

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In other news, I was peed on by a small dog in the park this morning. I was squatting down in the pack of off-leash dogs to say hello a little terrier, and I felt something warm on my lower back and butt. Amazingly, the four-legged culprit managed to aim down my pants, so when I stood up, the pee ran down my leg.

Good morning, folks.