Last night it was hot, so we slept under a single sheet with the window open and the fan on half the night. I kept having to get up because Simon was restless and being naughty, and finally I gave him the boot around 6am.

As I lay there in the greyness, falling in and out of sleep, I had this tiny snapshot of a dream. In the dream, I was reading one of the message boards I subscribe to, and one of the posters was announcing that Johnny Cash had died. The person gloated that they were the first one to post the news. Then my brain went on to other sleepy things.

At seven a.m., my radio turned itself on to NPR, as usual. The second story to be broadcast was, of course, that Johnny Cash had passed away. This woke me right up. I lay there wide-eyed, not really believing that I had really just dreamed that, but I had.

Anyway, I got up after Brian left for work and started my usual wandering around, feeding cats, reading email. I went to the message board and, whoa. A person in Texas posted this morning that he had heard of Cash’s death this morning at 3:30 a.m., and considered being the one to post it first. Gaaaaaaah.

THEN, I checked my hotmail, and noticed I had a Friendster message. I haven’t used Friendster very much — I have enough goof-off tools on the internet already — so I only have like five or six “friends” on it. The message was from Andrew, a guy I was good pals with like eight years ago and who had totally dropped off my radar. It was shocking, and made me so happy. He was one of those friends I figured I had just lost somehow, and thinking about that used to make me sad.

I got ready for work, drinkin coffee, eating toast and a plum, then headed up the hill to the train. I got a seat on the shady side and stared out the window at the passing city. The last coinkydink of the morning was when a woman boarded the train and sat down next to me, wearing the same pair of shorts I was wearing. Same color, style, brand, exactly. These shorts are over three years old. Weird.

It’s Friday. Co-worker brought in Krispy Kremes. Bitch. Mmmm, custard.