Today

 I decorated the tree and cooked dinner tonight.

I had a dream last night that I was on a quest with my daughter to find something.  She kept asking what we were looking for and I kept calling it the Rock of Gibraltar.  I don’t know why I was on the quest.  As the kid and I made our way to the top of a ridge, where we could see the mountain, it wasn’t the Rock of Gibraltar, it was some other mountain very similar in shape and size. As we worked our way toward the mountain, I could see something poking out the left side. We were hurrying. Time was running out. We were still at least a mile away. As we weaved our way through the weeds and rugged terrain I could see that the thing poking out was a huge cross. It wasn’t carved in the mountain. It had been impaled there. I stood, speechless and staring, wondering how and why. Dumbfounded, I heard The Mario Bros music and my game was over. 

I lost.