Sara's definition of heaven

Last night, I dreamed that I was in an antiquarian bookstore. It was populated with cats of all ages and fur-length, who were all very sociable and I have a vague feeling that every purchase of books came with a cat. The store was huge, like the size of an IKEA, with an entire section devoted to books on logic. I remember finding one 17th century volume, bound in vellum with metal clasps, about the size of an early printed Bible (the kind that can stand alone upright, it's so wide and sturdy), and inside it was edition upon critical edition of medieval logical texts, many of which were by authors I've never even heard of, and including a section on medieval logical texts written by women. I was sure that such a book would be way beyond my means -- in the realm of tens of thousands of pounds (yes, the bookstore must've been in England since I just assumed by default that the prices were in pounds). But that didn't keep me from oohing over it while a couple of cats tried, and failed, to claim my attention. The bookkeeper noticed my interest and came over and I told him I was sure I couldn't afford it. He took it from me, opened up the back cover, and read me the price -- it was 19.90 pounds. I could hardly believe my good luck! Of course I bought it (but I woke up before I found out if I was going to be bringing home a cat as well).

Boy, that was a good dream. :)