that was just a dream
Last night I dreamed that I was singing Goodshirt’s “When will the water in my ears stop dripping into my brain and washing all the good ideas away?” (that’s the title; it’s a real song) to a bunch of people at my new office.
I sung the first bit low, and the next bit high, and everyone discreetly left the room during the high bit.
That’s about it. Oh hang on, it was a flying dream too. When I fly in dreams, it’s usually along roads, a couple of feet above the ground. Sometimes I try to get higher but there are usually powerlines in the way.
We are finally in the new office today. It’s been an adventure, working from a dining room table (albeit a very nice one) for 4 weeks… but it’s good to have a desk, drawers, elbow room… that sort of thing.
I treated myself to some nice bicycle accessories now that I’m cycling to work. They cost about the same as a tank of fuel, so they will have paid for themselves after a couple of weeks.
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