I’ll admit to having been surprised at Kirstie Alley’s death. I understand that she was above 70, but since she’s not been in the (my) public eye, I still think of her as maybe like 55. In any case, damn. I had a dream about being dead, which is a dumb kind of dream, because you’re still walking around and talking, which kind of isn’t really like death at all. At least, so I’ve been told. Let’s abolish it.