I had a dream last night that I was walking across a college campus that was apparently home to the only indigenous population of the Walking Smelt, a small fish that flopped around on its side in shallow puddles its entire life. 

At some point, my friend Deb showed up and informed me that when she wrote my tell-all biography (which she often threatens to do in real life) she would title it "Engulfed in Smelt." I countered that her tell-all biography, which I would write, would be called "Never Seduce A Smelt."*

Apparently smelt was much in my brain of late.

*Deb is a romance writer, aka Sabrina Jeffries, and one of her books was "Never Seduce a Scoundrel."

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