Waking from a dream this morning, it was compellingly important, for whatever reason, to write down the names Thibodeau and Richardson, but I don't remember the reason. I vaguely remember something about them being explorers, and each of them had died.
Last night after dinner my throat was feeling scratchy, and by this morning it was raw. Dammit. Probably due to too many sugary treats lately.
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