I had an interesting Back-to-the-Drama-Book-Shop dream last night. The owners told me I needed to deliver a recording - or was it a book? - to the Hamilton Ohio branch of Miami University. I protested that I hadn't driven a car in years, didn't know how to use GPS, and lost the battle. So, I called the number I was given, someone picked up the phone and then walked away. I could not hang up, and I could not speak to anyone. I was literally hanging up the phone, only to pick it up and find the open line over and over.