Rock collecting.

Sunday Nap Dream: I am standing in the office talking to Donovan about what to have for dinner. It is sunny, and the windows are open. I say, "what about quesadillas?" and I hear an echo come from outside the window, mocking me, "what about quesa-deeeeee-uhs?"

I lean out of the window and see one of the neighbor's kids, an elf-like boy with a shaggy haircut, standing in the alley watching us.

I say, "you know I can hear everything you say out here."

He says, "I know, because I can hear everything YOU say. Want to know what you say?"

He has a label maker in his hand and begins typing. He prints out a label and hands it to me. It reads: QUARTZ.

I excitedly show him some of the rocks in my rock collection, including a piece of quartz. He shows me a shiny, black, rock with rainbow swirls. It is lumpy and blob-like. He tells me his dad just bought it for him.