Celia, I hope this doesn’t creep you out, but I totally had a dream about you last night. You brought a lobster (yes, a pet lobster) to my clinic to treat. And a French bulldog with skin allergies. I don’t remember what was wrong with the lobster. I also cannot explain how I knew it was you but I elected to keep my own GT identity secret and you did not know who I was.
Does this mean I spend too much time here?