Last night, you dreamed of Mitsy. She was running in a field of Velcro – happy enough, but she kept getting snagged. Little bits of fur were tearing away until she was just skin, still trying to smile and be a good dog. And then you realized that you were the field of Velcro, that no matter how you tried to hold her, you just ended up hurting her. And that’s just who you are – a field built of tiny hooks designed only to give pain. You decide not to go to work today. Instead, you go for a hike. Maybe the fresh air will do you good.