Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Calling Dr. Freud

Last night I dreamt that I was required to take the pope's place at a breakfast.  Not the current pope, Pope Francis, but his predecessor, Pope Benedict XVI.  Apparently Benedict made a lasting impression on me.

After I dressed to go to this event, Benedict fingered the sleeve of my white tunic and grunted, "Must iron."

Base ingratitude.  That's the last time I stand in for him.