I didn’t know where I was, but I’d been forced to move my belongings into four drawers of a row of filing cabinets. The vice chairman of the company was at another set, and P., the assistant from C&L, was at a third. They were finding places to stash their cigarettes (they don’t smoke!). I went outside to smoke the one I had (I don’t smoke, either!). It was a woodsy place that I associated with my cousin. I saw a lot of dogs, including some that belonged to him and to his neighbours and one that was a wolf/collie mix. Some of the bigger ones were carrying the little ones in their mouths.

When I returned, the assistant was moving her stuff neatly into the top half of my filing cabinet, although when I asked why, I got a long answer that was pretty incoherent. I took that as a sign it was time for me to go, even though I didn’t realise I was allowed to.

My young friend B. drove me to the airport, with his mother in the back. The road was wide, and bushy tree limbs encroached onto our side. He was driving too fast, and when I told him that and that he was crossing the line, it only made him more nervous and more prone to do so. I said all this to his mother, which made it even worse. She didn’t say anything, though, and I learned to shut up. After a mile or two, too much to go back, I realised I’d left my glasses on the filing cabinet. They couldn’t send them to me FedEx because this was a Saturday, so I was going to have to go for at least two days virtually blind.

Mystery: How could I see lines or tree branches without glasses?