I dreamed I was blind and couldn't see if there was a conjunctive adverb.
Then I had a nightmare about tatty motel room in the middle of a brutal
desert, where "the beds are cheap and occasionally feature little black
periods and semicolons that reveal themselves to be hungry bedbugs,"
just as in
The Devil's Highway by Luis Alberto Urrea. I woke up
scratching. I remember now that the room didn't have cable,
either.