Last night I dreamed that you, me, Kate, and my entire extended family went shopping at a huge multilevel dollar store. I found a small, hardbound book called something like The Celiac Arcturans, which purported to be a science fiction adventure story about a troop of gluten-sensitive renegades fleeing an oppressive regime into the wilds of their home planet. I bought it for you ('cause hey-- $1!) and you were rather pleased.