I was up, out of bed, and wide awake at 2am, all thanks to Columbo.
I watched a season 10 episode last night, fell asleep with the TV still on, then proceeded to have a very convoluted strange dream which went something like this:
I was in a hotel in the city, up on a high floor. I guess I brought my own food into the hotel room for dinner and when I was done eating, I decided it would be fun to throw the china plate and bowl that I must have brought from home, out the window.
As I threw the plates out the window, I gleefully wondered who it might hit. At some point after the toss, I thought, gee, what if the plates killed someone?! 🤷🏻♀️😵💫
The morning newspaper headlines: two people killed from falling hotel debris!
When I went down to the hotel lobby for breakfast, everyone was talking about the Plate Murders. I was shocked to see Lt. Columbo in the lobby, someone telling me he was staying at the hotel.
Panicked, I set upon an elaborate plan of deceit, trying desperately to discard all evidence that could trace the plates to me or that I was the one who threw the plates!
I found the hotel incinerator and burned everything I had that I thought could convict me.
My undoing? Columbo was telling people gathered in the lobby that his wife collected china and she was looking for a particular pattern with fruit on it. He asked if anyone had that pattern. I raised my hand. Caught!
I remember waking with such a feeling of dread, that I was about to be convicted of murder.
It took me a couple of hours to regroup. Phew.
In other morning news, Henri hasn’t had any effect on me. Not even one raindrop has fallen on my head. The weather map looks ominous but the skies simply look gray. No sign of high winds.
Time for more coffee!