
Last night I woke up in a sweat: I had just dreamed I was being carted off to the hospital again. I didn’t know why, no one told me.
Do I really need this stuff to be invading my slumbers?
All over the world, mean and stupid stuff is still going on, Far Left Crazy has just begun to realize that President Trump is serious about erasing them from the blackboard, and I need something that resembles rest. Dreaming about assorted medical procedures doesn’t qualify. I do not like dreams about my catheter.
No nooze today. Sunshine, cigar, Byron’s TV listings, lunch and a movie–that’s my day. Carefully planned!
So let’s just see.


