I dreamed about Katie last night. Entirely too realistic: could have been a year ago, nothing out of the ordinary, just her being a testy teenager.
She was moving a couple of boxes that had some fragile things in them, and despite them being marked FRAGILE and me telling her to be careful, she picked one up sideways and the contents fell out. Didn't break, though; just kind of bounced. So, of course, in her mind that meant my ire at her carelessness was misplaced.
Then I woke up and realized the reality, and now I can't get my head straight.