As part of this odyssey, every so often we'll check in with Will & Jill to get a read on "what's happening today"

Lying in bed watching the 47 large on which Blanche DuBois is soliloquizing, Will exudes his own capulet, " Sleep is the PB&J of regaining composure". Jill is busy deleting call IDs from the phone and Will looks over at the Gazelle and puts on some briefs and heads over to it. Jill changes over to Netflix and an Emmy Rossum straight to DVd movie that is better than Blanche. Will intakes but reverts to the gratitude effusing from his speechless mouthing of words as he shuffles with enthusiasm while syncing his energy to the imagined output of the Great Pyramid of Giza. Shit doesn't just happen. Moccasins prove this point as does a Flex in the driveway. There is meaning in everything and the number one characteristic of these two moonbonnets is: They make mudslides out of every cocktail opportunity that presents itself to them. Easter eggs have nothing on the grand caption that celebrates every oilstain removal project that they accomplish. Castigate not and your echoes of the geckos will trigger dreams far beyond the fore brain kind. Kinda like Lorelai's daughter in Parenthood.