Every now and then I wake up with a phrase running over and over again through my head.

This morning–which I did not remember until dinner–when I woke up, my brain was chanting "The dogs are in the Giant’s Causeway, digging up the stones."

Since I had been dreaming about gingerbread men, to the best of my recollection, this made little or no sense, but it was an interesting phrase anyway.

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