I've followed Heather Armstrong's blog on and off since 2003, though the past year my visits have been much more seldom. Her site has an inviting, open quality about it. There is something very appealing about the way she presents her life. Maybe that's why last night I dreamt I was a guest in her home. Leta was playing with a plastic container of pills and Chuck was in the bathroom. I was in the living room, with Jon on a couch across from me.
I was very excited because I know they have a Canon 5D. I looked at Jon with my hands fanned out and said, "I don't want to borrow it, I would just like to take a few shots right here to try—" He knew what I was asking and went to get the camera. "Oh boy," I thought, "not only am I going to get my hands on a 5D, I'll probably take some cool photos and Heather will put them on her site and link to me and I'll get a billion views to my Flickr page!"
Jon was walking in the hallway on his way back to me, saying something about a 50mm f/1.4 and then—
Lindsey shook me awake.
"I am so disappointed," I said.
"Good morning to you, too!"
Then I heard a door slam or something and went back to sleep.
