Good Morning

This morning I had a terrible dream where I was trapped in a barn with nothing but a coconut and an old man with a nose whistle. After much suffering, I was freed from the barn by a strong wind from the east. Later while I was compiling a grocery list, a gang of ruddy putti appeared to inform me that the strong wind was Zeus and that I was pregnant with his child. They also told me that Zeus prefers Coke over Pepsi and that, because we live in a Christian age, my trials and tribulations would not be recorded by any poet, epic or otherwise. That's when I woke up to the sound of the cat vomiting.