Only in dreams...

I had a dream the other night that I got into a wrestling match with Ronda Rousey in my living room.  Of course she whooped my butt.  Afterwards though, her family helped KY and me load up our moving truck.  That was pretty cool, but I'm not sure what it meant... We're moving for reals by the way. In August. KY is a genius and landed a post doc gig in Charlottesville, VA. That's where Thomas Jefferson is from.  You know, the dude that wrote the Declaration of Independence.  Pres #3.  Anyway, I can't say I'll miss Wichita... (LC)