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Sleep well un-chemically-aided again. The main dream was something about my wife and I setting up for a performance with others supplying the sound system, which was an odd mess I was amazed actually worked. But the sound people and others I think were going to perform were annoyingly slow readying for show time, and I can't stand being late. A couple people from that entourage kept wanting to announce things to the audience in ways somehow requiring them to put their mouths on my microphone, which I also can't stand. So I was spending a bunch of time wandering around in search of a spray disinfectant that I know I'd seen earlier, but of course *then* couldn't imagine actually needing. So of *course* it disappears once finally needed.
Having to wait also led to the need to pee, and finding such facilities was also a chore. And when I did finally note a building where people were entering and leaving in a way suggesting it was That Kind Of A Place, I traversed lot of twisty/turny hallways, finally finding what seemed to be the mens' room (Shit... what would it be call in these times of infinite pronoun?), but when I got to what seemed like stall doors to toilets, the one I picked actually led to another set of such doors (a couple larger, basketball-player-ish guys passed me in the final stages), which led to a long wall of urinals.
And, of course, by then I no longer had to go!
Oh well.
Awoke much earlier than I'd hoped (4:15am) given we've a bunch of travel to commence late this morning. My wife, of course, scheduled some heating/furnace guy for 8:15am this morning, which of course is smack dab in our getting ready. Nobody is better at such scheduling. Nobody. And, of course, the furnace is fine, but you know how minds uneducated in something start imagining things, and then think about them enough to become Real, and of course there's no talking them out of it because a self-centric mind lesser on a topic is impervious to information coming from a more informed source - in fact, it's likely to have a so-called conniption fit should such more accurate information not be presented to them Just So, because self-centrism - aka individuality - has a way of making everything about its self, and thus its (okay... *THEIR*...) taking offense when not shown what it/they imagine to be Proper Respect.
Isn't this a wonderfuckingful world?
Yesterday's chancing upon my very own Neocities site led me to re-discovering how much crapola I've in Google Drive from varieties of yester-writing-years. That was back when I was high on a spell of believing Google Drive could be The Solution to all my storage needs/issues/wants. And, of course, it's been years since I've looked at any of it at all until just yesterday.
Anyway, the chicken pot pie accompanying the writing of this soon to be universally ignored post is quite delicious, as is the theme song to "The Wild Wild West" on auto-repeat in my head.
FWIW, I was a huge Artemis Gordon fan in childhood. Likewise with one Alvin Fernald - of Clifford B. Hicks imagination. I so wanted to excel at gadgetry.
I actually still have my grade school copy (anyone else here old enough to remember "Scholastic Books"?) of "The Marvelous Inventions of Alvin Fernald". Scripture, baby, scripture.
Okay, there's no way any readers made it this far, because it began with a dream description, and we all know how incredibly boring others' dreams are....