No
time to write this morning as I was not at home. Reporting from the
road is sometimes a hassle. Nothing I can report, though, on
Valentine's Day. Just another day at the factory filled with anxious
fatigue.
Is there anything like a nighttime pool when
you are a kid? It is a fantastical and mysterious place. Dreams and
nightmares are born there. What is land compared to the slick wetness
of life? Everybody sleeps after swimming. Pool dreams of children
become nighttime cocktails of the aged for whom sleep is nightmare.
Oh those pool dreams.
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