Thank You, Anthony Bourdain . . .

After watching several episodes of Anthony Boudain's Parts Unknown last night I dreamed I had to go to work but was waiting on a phone call before I could go.  Then I was invited to lunch with 3 women, one of whom was a trans.  I'd lost track of the other two girls but me and the trans had a wonderful lunch.  It was at a restaurant named 'Monas' (my nickname).  Turned out she lived next door to me, we both had lush yards and she was in a chaise lounge and I started to walk over there and Mother (who passed away a month ago) tried calling me back but I went over anyway.  She was dressed in a satiny red robe and I sat next to her and we just talked, becoming good friends.