Dead ones and the living

I slept twenty minutes last night and all of them were nightmares. I write this e-mail from a dentist's office in Davis Square, where after an hour derspatchel is finally being seen for the filling that disintegrated on Monday night (it is that kind of week). I appear to have just watched the Pope abdicate on CNN. I've had better-starting mornings.

(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)

[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.