this morning was a dream...i was having a bad dream and then i woke up and told you to turn off the fan because it was cold...and you did and then i fell back asleep...different bad dream and then heard you say something...you getting out of bed before me always throws me off because i'm not used to it. i got up and called out yer name but you had left. Anyhow, what bread? the one from montreal? i had a blueberry bagel left for you ..the one from friday..you didnt' take it so i did.