I had a long dream last night. For some reason I was hanging out in some deli until it closed, and then I walked back to my apartment, only it was all in a different part of the city, maybe uptown. I don't remember the geography now. It was quite late when I got to my apartment building, and I ran into my neighbor Pixie, who lives below me, and I invited her in to visit. As she was leaving, my door opened and my brother Randy stepped in. He and his wife decided to visit me in New York at the end of their vacation. The hall was filled with bags and luggage, and their children were running around. Only . . . Randy's wife wasn't his wife. It was Carolyn, my brother Macbeth's first wife/ We were stacking the luggage and bags in a corner of my 3-room (I wish!) apartment when I woke.