I dreamed my sister and I found a baby orca whale last night and had to save it. At one point I carried the whale across a busy street! We were running! Oh, poor baby orca. We got into a hospital, filled a bathtub with water, and plopped the baby in (you had to carry him with both arms wrapped around, he was a big sucker) so we could plot our next step. The ocean wasn't far, you see. I realized the baby needed salt water so I found a container of iodized table salt and poured some in. When I woke up I thought about orcas, and Seaworld, and the degrading state of our oceans and earth, and I was sad. But on the way in to work the radio played some pretty great music, so that helped a lot. Edit: Also, I don't think I mentioned, but I went to the Philadelphia Zoo this weekend with the honey! It was nice. I saw a caged zookeeper: 