there is a lock and key

Yesterday my grandmother had back surgery. Everything went well, and I'm looking forward to further updates today. I spoke to her the evening before, and she told me she was drinking. In the background, a good friend of hers piped up with, "You should drink a lot!" My grandmother said, "Well, I don't think I should be hungover for surgery," and her friend said, "You never know, it might!" Love it. Seriously, though, I'm just glad it went okay.
In other news, I'm going to create a pull list today at my local comic book shop. Because, you know, I need more reading material!
And, a dream for you: The other night I dreamed I was in this weird little apartment with my partner-in-crime. I think we had just moved in, maybe. Anyway. I glanced out the window and realized there was a little girl out there. Upon further inspection I discovered that we could climb out of our windows for roof access. It was snowing. I wandered the rooftop. There were people all over, doing their laundry, cooking over open fires, etc. That little girl I'd seen through my window told me that I didn't get any private roof space. I found a computer and got on gchat, but my friend K wasn't responding, and then I realized I hadn't heard from her in a while. So then I became concerned that she was missing. I went back inside my apartment, out the door, down the stairwell (big, ugly, echoing space with chain-link fencing in sections) and outside. Where it wasn't snowing. Nor was it even particularly cold. My neighborhood was a warehouse district, all hulking buildings and nearly empty streets. I picked up a length of piping that lay nearby, to protect myself if necessary, and start wandering around, looking for K. Who I didn't find in my desolate neighborhood. What I found instead was a gang, who didn't take kindly to me being on their street. They called themselves the K-inians, which was a clear reference to my missing friend, so I tried to talk to them about her. But they were angry. One of them grabbed me, making me drop the pipe, so I started calling up my magic energy to blast him. Then my partner-in-crime showed up, pulled me away from the gang, and we took off running back toward our apartment. That's all I remember. Last night I dreamed about being a spy, I think. It's all very hazy and unclear.
And now, it's time to get to work. Happy Tuesday, everyone. Blessed Be.