Spirits and dreams

I saw my grandparents in my dreams last night. They looked younger, but still recognizably grandparental, but importantly, spry and funny and not what they had become by the time they died. They hugged me and said they were fine, and it was like: ok, you can stop mourning. Move on already. And then I woke up.

Sudoku

ok, this little number thing? With the logic?

Fucking Crack. Little number-y, box-y, crack.

Man, you get bored on a Southwest flight and do the little puzzle thing on the bottom of the bloody snack box and the next thing you know you're on crack!