Spoke to my parents last night. They've gotten a new dog. It was already in my (rather incoherent) dream of last night. It's a Gordon Setter, and I can see why my mom fell in love. All the coloring of her Rotweiller and all the temperament of Bentley the Mutt. His name is Jake, which my mother considers a fine name for a Jewish dog. She calls him "Bentley."
Work is crazy hectic and that is all.