frozen octopus

My throat and eyes have been burning for a week.
Allergy season plus days and days of howling wind.
Sounds like a haunted house in our place.

I have a bunch of things to make and write.
None of it is happening due to arid brain conditions.
Cactus are growing inside my skull.

There was a weird amount of streetcar riding in my dream last night. Enough that I looked up "trolley" on a dream meaning website ^*.

Looks like it means that I am open-minded, starting to take a new journey in life, and are taking little steps toward your goals and pacing yourself.

Wonder where I am headed to?

^{* For fun}

Scraps of paper are RAM and notebooks are ROM. I had a bunch of small notebooks that sat on a shelf unused for a couple years. I tore them up into scrap paper and now it's almost all used up. For me, putting something into book form is really inhibiting. When I switched to scraps of paper, ideas started flowing like water.

I got to the end of all the 1950s Blue Note albums today. Each morning I’d start with an album.

It was an awesome way to start the day but I am a little fried on that era for a while. Once you get past the famous names, there is a lot of cool stuff that I never heard before that I am stoked to revisit someday.

Time to find a new morning ritual. That one was a good one.