I've been called a dreamer by several people close to me during my life. Both a blessing and a curse i suppose, but it feels like mostly a blessing. It's a gift from my Dad, who's pushing 90 years old, still working despite our best efforts to get him to retire and move in with us, still coming up with plans to save the world. But tonight, he's in hospital with a cough that grew nasty. Good dreams, Dad; I'll be seeing ya tomorrow with some curry and dosai to cure your ills.