Grandma dream last night -- we were visiting with her, back from the dead. Her hair was fuller, she was healthier, we all exclaimed how great she looked. I guess you get to be younger once you die. Or something. Found a letter from her and purposefully didn't even look at the amount of the enclosed check. Letter was handwritten and bizarre though I don't remember specifics. Then onto outside express with Hughes and my brother pulls up with some little boy in his car who is crying, while I am trying to discuss inheritance issues with Greg.