Just before I fell asleep, I remembered the dream I had the night before. The bulk of the dream was unremarkable, but the very end was good. There was a woman in the dream who was frustrated because she had been given an assignment to make a teapot in the shape of God. She kept throwing the clay on the wheel and starting to make a pot shape, and then stopping because she couldn't think what to do next. It got me wondering what a teapot in the shape of God would even look like. Would it appear different to everyone? How would it operate? It's the subject of my next short story. I'm looking forward to it!
Today is starting out very, very well. I've been absolved.