I used to own a retail store and twice a year I'd go to the Javits Center for the gift show, a trade show of wholesale vendors for all kinds of shops. It was a monstrous trek to wade through all of the stuff there, looking for new items that my customers would love. Inevitably, I would lie in bed the night after a day at the show and the overload of visual stimulus would march across my eyelids: figurines and boxes and windchimes and wall plaques and necklaces and on and on. Once I got very sick after a trade show and was tortured all night with dreams about picking out the right tabletop fountain.
Steve has made me a screen for my compost and I spent much of yesterday screening my first batch of compost and dressing beds with it. As I lay in bed last night, the visions in my mind were all fat earthworms and centipedes. You'd thing that would be the nightmare but I swear it was the sweetest serenity.