If you're walking through the woods and you swipe a necktie from a woman's clothes pile then you show up at work sans tie but there's a nice striped cravat on your desk with birthday greetings from the gals, you just dreamed. Significance?? I slept.

Clean lungs, clean mind - - take your choice.

Another snooze moment and I'm shining my shoes but when I woke up, were they ladies' shoes?

Big sis sent me a video of a guy putting a condom around his head - -- jitbag on my chrome dome sung like Connie Francis lipstick on the collar . . .gonna tell on you.

Ouzo straight is like licorice cough syrup.

There's a tempo to these covid-days that fits like my tranquility blanket. All those years of practicing, making home sweet home instead of hootchy-koochie-hot-tott are paying off. I can shelter in place like rose petals cling to the face-tile in the pool. I'll let you get back to it then.