Last night I was a bit agitated so I listened to music and played solitaire and spent some time in my own held evaluating life and what makes it important.  Because I was fairly wired and anxious, and had slept very little the night before I opted for some sleep aid    I did my usual thing of getting up two or three times for a drink of water, and to make certain the stars were still in their customary places, and went back to sleep.

Then just before when I awoke at (god help me) a bit past 9 o’clock I had this intense dream about African hedgehogs and Wild Card superheroes.  The hedgehogs were terribly important to the solution of the Big Frankin’ Problem, but I can remember neither the problem, nor how a hedgehog ball would have sovled it.

I just love our subconscious, don’t you?