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Enjoy.

For me? It's not entirely -um- nice to wake up one morning wondering how Mr. T is doing.

I mean, the dream was for all it's weirdness, a very sweet one. How weird?

Mr. T was pregnant. And somehow, I ended up his therapist/social worker. I guess my mind can write comedy, after all.

But I know the man has had a nasty cancer diagnosis for a number of years; I woke with a smile on my face and chuckled at the silliness of it all. But I worked for Stephen Cannell Productions once - they did the A Team, and they all left me with the impression that he was much loved and quite worthily so.

So I wondered. Googled him, even. Didn't find anything newsworthy and I know if I really wanted to push it, I could dig up a publicist and call.

Hey, your neighbor wants to know if you're doing okay.

Mr. T. Sheesh, I must be mad.