We are cleaning the house to get ready to sell it.
So. much. cleaning.
So much so, that last night I had a dream that we somehow found our dog, Holly, in a box of old stuff in a cupboard in the basement. Miss Holly Good-Golly died four years ago. But in the dream we picked her up, shook the dust off and she bounded away to have a chew on my Wrinkles dog (who i also just found in the cupboard in real life).
And she was resurected as her young self, bouncing around with her little black face and showing my cousin's new dog just how you go about chewing up a stuffed animal.
It was a good dream.