Email from my friend and fellow pug-lover, Nancy:
Hey JM and Mike,
You guys starred in my dream last night. We wandered into a small theater in the round in Manhattan before a show started.
You each spontaneously took the stage, started improvising (very impressively, I might add) using a squeaky toy rat as a prop. When the squeaky rat landed in my lap, not only did I have nothing to say, but I was freaked out by the rat as though it were a real one.
All this is just to say: Hi! I hope you're both doing well.
I love weird dreams.
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