I still have bronchitis but I dreamed a lot last night. 

First of all, I was travelling with a woman whom I loved. We stayed at a series of hotels so uninspiring that their layouts resembled Aritzia dressing rooms. We were separated when my shoes fell apart so I had to buy boots at the airport duty-free.  

Then I woke up - I was at Alex's get-together, and I'd fallen asleep on the couch. The woman was still there, but we'd never been travelling together. The party started breaking up, and attendees started streaming towards the bus stops. My friends got onto one bus, but it got full and I ended up waiting with the woman for the next one. But then we got separated at the train station, and I woke up.