Dreams this morning:

G. and I go to visit Mick Jagger. His house is surprisingly funky — on a hill, a faded victorian — a big dog, a piano. The Stones tell us we can release their next album for only $4.50 a song. “It’s not about money,” they say.

Another dream I am in a bus with I think old colleagues from Japan. They are asking me how I think animals can contribute to our lives. I say: 1) the share their speechless wisdom, 2) they help us be better ‘stewards of the earth,” and 3) something else even more platitudinous I can’t remember right now.