Chasing goblins gets tired after the first pass. Let's cut to the dream last night where I was playing footsie with Katey Segal, followed by eating an entire ham. The link is dis-applicable so it's mentioned here to live up to the the let-it-flow mantra. The sleep is the protagonist and the method, hopefully, is the back story. Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

April usually isn't 95 degrees and this guy usually never laments about being a barnacle. THC Clarity frames differently; can't get you out of my pants (maybe you don't want to). The call of the wild has been replaced by squeegeeing the shower, leads to the power to filling me up with MY sweet dreams thereby venerating the '41 Caddy.

Get this straight - I slept well, engorged well, embarked well and well, today makes the go-around go-around well.