I am not measurable on any sort of cool-o-meter.

I dreamt that I was lying on Mom and Dad's old bed (with the giant wood headboard and the red mini-paisley comforter) and looking at an art piece. The piece consisted of many rough wooden horizontal slats on a giant rotating mechanism (though you couldn't see what made it rotate.) if you focused one way on the piece, the wood was embossed as a timeline of Trump's election: important days, article, etc. if you focused the other way, each slat contained a handwritten chalk apology from a husband to his wife about how distracted he was during the election process: "I guess we can handle four years of the Koch Brothers", "another excuse to watch the Daily Show together!" It wasn't always easy to read. My grandmother appeared and started reading some of the chalk apologies out loud and found them hilarious. I loved her laugh (I didn't realize how much I missed it.) I asked her to join me on the bed and we kept scrolling through the excuses and apologies, laughing together.