Perchance to Dream
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep."
- The Tempest William Shakespeare 1564-1616
After spending most of the day virtually comatose with lethargy, I finally roused myself enough for the usual afternoon walk in the woods with Connie-dog, accompanied by both Elizabeth and Caroline. On the way we met Elif whose son had dozed off in the swing.