Tuesday, February 26, 2008
It's 4:30 in the morning, do you know where your mezuzah is?
My roommate's large golden retriever/lab/whatever forcibly entered my room in the middle of the night last night for unknown reasons. Maybe he thought he heard a squirrel in my bedroom, or that he had uncovered where we keep our secret stash of cured ham. Either way he had the good fortune of bounding into my room right when I was in the middle of a dream about being attacked by German Nazis or something, and it wasn't long before I was hiding invisible menorahs and expeditiously consuming all of my Matzo. I know that golden retrievers aren't usually the stuff of nightmares, but at 4 in the morning, anything can manifest itself as the invasion of Poland.