It was election night last night, so I was at the office until 1 a.m. I always require "wind-down" time when I get home, so I didn't get to bed right away.
Exhaustion breeds weird dreams. In mine, I went downstairs to look at my aquarium for a while, as I often do, and I discovered that my son had put a six-inch shark in it, which was quickly making a meal of all of my fish. When he walked downstairs, he told me that he didn't understand why I was getting so mad, as it was only temporary, and he'd be taking it out of my tank as soon as he got his new tank set up. Then I was torn between screaming at him about killing my fish and pointing out to him that he couldn't just set up an aquarium and throw a fish in it and expect it to live.
I need to get more sleep. I did mention to my son today that, by the way, it would NOT be acceptable if he should put a shark in my fish tank. He said, "That wouldn't happen. I'm terrified of sharks. I wouldn't want one in my car that long."