That lion was Penny's favorite icon for a while.
I realized today something I hadn't remembered out loud.
Penny and I got married on the 14th of February in 1981. This was a Saturday, which meant that the day before was Friday the 13th, the day before that, Thursday the 12th. I left Berkeley that day after a job interview and arrived late afternoon.
The day Penny died was also a Thursday the 12th, and I got home late afternoon; another bit of weird synchrony. The dream I had on the following Saturday happened at 2pm, which was the same time when we got married.
I think I'm blocking stuff up again, because I'm having unexpected leaks.