There I was, sitting at the community picnic table turning a dream of Kyle's into a script in which I waxed rhapsodic about how God sang through a Scottish Terrier as the protagonist handled a cadaver, with my cordless phone having just rung, my Israeli neighbour having just said "Hi" out her window & the neighbouring apartment building playing Johnny Cash on full blast (still) as they do something worthy of applause...
...when I just had to laugh, out loud, to myself, over the ridiculousness of that moment of my life.
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