Last night was the full moon, the first since I got back from Alberta and the full moon of my life. I was alone this time, laying in bed looking up at it thru the window and thinking of all you folks, hummed "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress". I knew it would be like this. I accept it in thanks.
Dreams I had, going thru the woods and coming up on an abandoned office building with a tank of racing gasoline on the portico, it got on my hands and I wanted to wash them but I woke up.