Sometime during the night, I realized I would need at least two 3-D printers for my project of printing the world. When light began to shimmer in from the pond under the glass doors and Lulabelle the old chocolate Labrador came to my side of the bed and poked my overhanging arm with her nose, I had a moment of panic. The project!

Of course it was a dream. But why? Maybe to play God and make a new world?

7:15 a.m. Time to grind the espresso beans I keep in a jar and go watch the geese fly in and the sun rise.