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Dreamed I was a dimension-hopping con-man from Atlantis.  Very Odyssey-like, in that I was trying to get home, but, as in Quantum Leap or Sliders, I was unable to predict where my ability would take me next.  And, when the local customs, local currency, local language were all likely to be strange to me, the easiest thing by far was to play the helpless stranger, get a meal and a bed for a night from someone generous, and vanish in the morning.  The first and most interesting place I jumped to was probably the high-technology police state where everyone spoke as efficiently as possible:  every word was a combination of five separately pronounced letters and numbers, and they said all possible meanings (that the government approved of) were contained within these ciphers.  Only dissidents admitted that anyone over thirty had also spoken  English as a child.

Counting.

Number of blog posts I have bookmarked so I can read and respond to them:  24.
Number of emails (mostly about blog posts or comments) in my inbox awaiting my correspondence: 21.
Number of chapters of The Hellion Prince that, in a reasonable world, I should be able to finish, edit, and post between now and Friday: 3 to 4.
Number of blog posts I have notes on and should have written by now: 5.

Number of things I feel like doing today: just you guess.

Mood: subpar.