In my dream I was married to Bill Nighy. Because A) dream, B) mine. The video was called Real Life. He wrote it and starred in it. And it showed him living daily life. Cooking. Painting the living room wall. Yelling at the kids. Regular stuff. Like the camera had just followed him around for a while observing the ordinary. Just bein’ a regular guy…only Bill Nighy could make that look natural…

But the internet kept going bonkers (as it has been lately, here in my real life) and I’d have to close out YouTube, go back and search for the video again. It would bring up something else. No. I just want Bill Nighy in Real Life. Delete everything else. Delete delete delete…

And then I woke. In case you didn’t think God has a sense of humor. Just get back to real life, Susan. Power down. Turn off the computer. Walk outside. That will be easy today, as it’s sixty-three degrees with a breeze off the lake. We’ve had 24 hours of rain and everything is green and scrumptious. Real life alert: the lawn needs mowing again. The sink is full of dirty dishes. Did you want clean underwear?! Then you’d best do some laundry.

I’m a big fan of Bill Nighy. Although I have doubts that I’d want to be married to him. Sorry, Bill. Luv ya’ but no. I’m sure his present wife will be relieved to hear that I’m no competition. I’m an even bigger fan of ordinary life. I have one of those, and I’ma try to live it to the best of my ability today, sans Marmite. No, thanks, to that, too, Bill.