Pierre sent me an instant message with a link to a tribute video to Michael Schumacher. In the dream it was “Stephen Schumacher,” and he had died, not sunk into whatever limbo he's really in. It was typical of these kinds of videos on YouTube, highlights of his career set to a Europop soundtrack.

Later, watching football. A receiver had just scored a touchdown. The defensive back mouthed the word “motherfucker” to him. Evidently he was insulted by the fact that his opponent had walked the last step into the end zone.