First Day Back

Last night have uninspiring dream in which am in tent in Iraq with Vice-Boss. She is holding my passport in an officious manner saying that I am to take the next Aeroflot flight out of Baghdad to Iraq. Try to think of way out of task while examining passport, which has intricate drawings. Amncertain that the border guards will not look kindly on drawing of Poodle. Wake up to sound of rain beating on windows and, on further inspection, floor. Jenny displeased about freezing rain, despite booties, and refuses to go further than edge of awning. Blame self for regression as Jenny stayed with the Contessa for week that was gone. Blame shared with the Contessa, who dog sat and fed Jenny baked chicken and cheese, exclusively.