I had a crazy dream last night and you were in it (as well as lots of other folks I know). We were all at the beach (it sorta looked like Grand Manan off the coast of New Brunswick) and the water was very cold. You spent a lot of time carefully raking up the seaweed and beach stones into small piles. Very slowly. It was beautiful.
Because I had this dream after finding out you have sarcoidosis, I wondered if this was a cure, or something you were supposed to do.
In case it was a cure, I didn't want to keep the dream to myself...