In a near-60 degree day seemingly borrowed from late spring, I watched the rainbow stretch across our apartment complex just as an explosion of bush tits took advantage of the uptick in weather for a mid-afternoon joy ride. This was the night before all four wisdom teeth are going to be removed, and I spent it working until It was bedtime on an emergency that was half justified and half self-created to stop my brain from thinking too carefully about what was to come, a technique that extended into my entire dreamscape as well.