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.