Last night, I dreamt I was working on disaster releif somewhere shifting debris. No surprise where that came from, a combination of tornado damage coverage on the news, and three hours of snow shovelling yesterday--. Anyway, I was leading a team or something and heard myself saying a lot of motivational stuff, some of which I recall:
"Time doesn't stop, except in airport departure lounges."
"Facts don't go away. People just get tired of them and ignore them until they become undeniable again."
Physical labor makes me acerbic, even in dreams, evidently.