I was late picking up a friend at the airport (a mysterious third son that I didn't know my Aunt had). I was busy crawling around in hyperspace for whatever reason in my house, so I scramble down, and on the weekends, I park my car right in the middle of the garage because Carroll isn't there. Well, I go out, and my centrally-parked car is flanked by two recumbent bikes. I pull the car out and start heading down the street, but I'm heading in the wrong direction. The other houses are all undergoing fencing projects. Heading back, my house looks all grey and decrepit and, seeing through the windows, it looks everything isn't level. I even have a mysterious 2nd and 3rd floor. I stop in front of the house, and just as I pass a tree, I realize that the coloring (and apparently, the decrepitude and misalignment as well) were caused by weird shadowing effects by a rather large tree. Stopping there, a sky artist is spelling out the word "Poop" in the sky, which draws giggles from the little girl walker her dog at the moment. Driving further down, I find Bill Maher, who is now married, and is having sex with his porn star wife out on his driveway.