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  • When I woke up, I remembered my dream. In it, I was trying to find Jon Hamm before I left a shopping mall where we both worked. I was embarrassed when I was seen on the escalator, wearing flip flops, by an important person at the studio I work for. This person and a friend were pointing at me, and snickering. They find flip flops comical. I would make fun of me, too, if I was wearing flip flops in public.

    "Subconscious, you so cray-cray. " That's what a character in the modern Disney channel sitcom version of my dream might say.

    Next door, I overheard a guest asking to be let into her room by housekeeping because she had accidentally grabbed her credit card instead of her key card. I could tell the housekeeping lady didn't want to do it because she might get in trouble, but she ended up letting her in.

    "Gracias,"- in an accent that was trying too hard. She then asked if the housekeeper was Spanish, because she looked Indian.

    Continental rude breakfast extravaganza! Some senior citizen beat me to a nice two chair table by the window. Put a banana down like an explorer plants a flag in a mountain top. Some other obnoxious college person was saving a billion seats. Kev finished his 2nd egg, and I shared a mini bagel with some sparrows.

    Housekeeping breezed through while we were at breakfast.

    Could hear a family in an adjacent room shouting at each other, as they had been occasionally since the previous day. Shrieking kid vs. dramatic mom.

    An exciting Sunday in Santa Barbara.
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