yesterday afternoon howie and i were talking about this house we're in and wondering when we'll hear from the owners about time being up.
i must have thought about it more in my subconscious beyond that conversation because this morning, as i glanced at their mail, for a fleeting moment thought we had at least another year to go in this great place. then i realised it was in a dream last night that news had come to us that they were staying overseas for another year. bummer.
maybe it was a prophecy.
although i'd prefer a prophecy to involve them selling us the house for dirt cheap.
Category: Whateverness